The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
Dornburg, 25th August, 1828. WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee, Who this moment wert so nigh? Heavy rising masses cloud thee, ...
Our neighbors in the street the tyrant on the throne stand against the tyrants speaking openly Stand with the people ...
Sowers, one and all spreading the seeds of love each of us offering the light from heaven above All of ...
The words of so many the steps of the masses leading to radical change in the seas of the nations ...
The world, the tyrants the lies to the people the opiate of the masses the yoke of oppression false gods, ...
With the urgency of revolution shattering the tyrants the rulers of this earth subjugating the masses Our voices should rise ...
Too often I get caught up focused upon myself finding my way difficult wondering which way to turn Far too ...
Standing on the mountaintop above the adoring masses they only needed a flag to seal this treasured moment Standing on ...
"Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning." We call them here hope in these words of welcome, ...
The hope of America, in the words of liberty the hope of a new life, in freedom "Give us your ...
The king in celebration, on a donkey entered the holy city, of his ancestor David with palms and cloaks across ...
They are working in his vineyard Bringing Word, his word a good news, a gospel to the masses, the sheep ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the ...
Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or to hell It was ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
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