Paraphrases From David’s Psalms (Emma Lyon Poems)
Paraphrased From David's Psalms. Psalm XIX.THE arched heavens ere since the birth of timeInstruct the earth, in characters sublime, ...
Paraphrased From David's Psalms. Psalm XIX.THE arched heavens ere since the birth of timeInstruct the earth, in characters sublime, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs, My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture Of mink. A little ...
I The eyes, that, having seen the saintly light Blossom white-petalled out of a white sea In a miraculous rose ...
IIIThe lads have all gone to the warsto serve in the Red Guard ~to serve in the Red Guard ~and ...
Since this is the last night I keep you home,Come, I will consecrate you for the journey.Rather I had you ...
"TIME cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale Batter the network of thy feathered mail, Lone sentry of ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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