In the Neolithic Age (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
To the River Otter Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have past, What happy ...
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day Far, through their rosy depths, dost ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
Above the marge of night a star still shines, And on the frosty hills the sombre pines Harbor an eerie ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
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