On the Ruins of a Country Inn (Philip Freneau Poem)
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
From where I stand the sheep stand still As stones against the stony hill. The stones are gray And so ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone returning over the nightmare ground we found the place again, and found the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
Let me but feel thy look's embrace, Transparent, pure, and warm, And I'll not ask to touch thy face, Or ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, Because they told me to -- But stopped, when qualified to guess How ...
Again -- his voice is at the door -- I feel the old Degree -- I hear him ask the ...
A first Mute Coming -- In the Stranger's House -- A first fair Going -- When the Bells rejoice -- ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave, And bid farewell to each retiring hill, Where thoughtful fancy seems to ...
Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee For hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife, And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life. ...
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