The Profligate Sons (Henrikas Nagys Poems)
And late one evening we came to the city's great gate.Guards shined the bloody flames of lanterns in our faces.We ...
And late one evening we came to the city's great gate.Guards shined the bloody flames of lanterns in our faces.We ...
Together we trace the child's face in the first snow.Beneath wild raspberry branches my sister rocks her doll.Last night workmen ...
Just before the bright cloud the Saviour received,When about to return to his father in Heaven;His mission accomplished, his work ...
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giraldain a land no crueller, and over the wallsto domes & river lookfrom ...
On one side of the road, people,on the other side of the road, people,on the road rides a gaucho, wide-pants ...
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
Master only left old MistusOne bright and handsome boy;But she fairly doted on him,He was her pride and joy.We all ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Mr. B---n---r---d goes to the Rooms. His Opinion of Gaming. ...
In Bath a wanton wife did dwelle,As Chaucer he doth write,Who did in pleasure spend her dayes,And many a fond ...
A pleasant song of the valiant deeds of chivalry atchieved by that noble knight Sir Guy of Warwick, who, for ...
In humble imitation of the soaring flights of somelegendary and exquisitely pathetic modern Bards. JONAS lay on his bed, so ...
LIKE to the damaske rose you see, Or like the blossome on the tree, Or like the daintie flower of ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard oneBecause his children were all failures.But I know of a fate more trying ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one Because his children were all failures. But I know of a fate ...
'Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music ...
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