On The Slain Collegians (Herman Melville Poems)
Youth is the time when hearts are large, And stirring warsAppeal to the spirit which appeals in turn To the blade it ...
Youth is the time when hearts are large, And stirring warsAppeal to the spirit which appeals in turn To the blade it ...
Your beauteous gift of lovely brilliant flowers,My dear young friend, has cheered my suffering hours,With loved charged telegrams from nature's ...
She sleeps and rests on innocent sand.Koumba Tam sleeps. A green palm veils the hair fever, copper forehead bendsclosed eyelids, double ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west;I'd kill ...
O mother Venus, quit, I pray, Your violent assailing!The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth At last are unavailing;My blood ...
In things that charm the soul, which love incite,By nature's force, use, profit, or delight.Beginning from the meanest things, that ...
Nature-the Gentlest Mother is,Impatient of no Child-The feeblest-or the waywardest-Her Admonition mild-In Forest-and the Hill-By Traveller-be heard-Restraining Rampant Squirrel-Or too ...
And is this life? and are we born for this?To follow phantoms that elude the grasp,Or whatso'er's secured, within our ...
If I were able to disclose thy charms, And truly paint, as they appear to me, Those latent beauties I ...
When before those eyes, my life and light,my beauty and fortune in the world, I stand,the style, speech, passion, genius ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west; I'd ...
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...
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