Bredon Hill (A. E. Housman Poem)
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far ...
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
The crushing force the snipers using their weapons firing on the mourners the peaceful in the streets Captive people crying ...
A short-term solution now that the world is watching the winds of change blowing throughout the region The insanity of ...
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree 'Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our ...
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed ...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today -- I know it, by the numb look ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion! may thy languid wing ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go Before this place, and turn away your eyes, Nor seek to ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
Alas! England now mourns for her poet that's gone- The late and the good Lord Tennyson. I hope his soul ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
FRIENDS and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode, But the hope of the City of God at ...
I Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of ...
Though I have watched so many mourners weep O'er the real dead, in dull earth laid asleep- Those dead seemed ...
"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: - "This ...
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