The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
The Captain becomes moody at sea. He's afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the seas. . . A ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck, patinated and oddly muscular. ...
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest Of the thefts of Time -- There Marauds a sorer Robber, Silence -- is his ...
The Wind begun to rock the Grass With threatening Tunes and low -- He threw a Menace at the Earth ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
If there is a witness to my little life, To my tiny throes and struggles, He sees a fool; And ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
O Liberty, God-gifted-- Young and immortal maid-- In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
I consider a song will be as humming-bird swift, down-light, missile-metal-hard, & strange as the world of anti-matter where they ...
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding across malignant half my years or so? One evil faery it was workt ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid. In Thebes of Egypt In the dust They chanted ...
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