The Conflict For Civil Rights (Henry McNeal Turner Poems)
I.A Golden House on golden columns raised,In redly tinted skies bespangled blazed;With opening doors diffused a gladsome light,And glorious gleams ...
I.A Golden House on golden columns raised,In redly tinted skies bespangled blazed;With opening doors diffused a gladsome light,And glorious gleams ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
(From "An Idyll of the Wimmera.")On the geodetic line, where the parish boundaries joinAt a level and interminable laneYou can ...
I tread the vast deserted stageWhereon the Caesars lived and died;The relics of Rome's golden ageLie strewn about me far ...
De mortuis nil ni-Si bonum: R.I.P.:-No more upbraid him:-Nay, rather plead his cause,For Ben exactly wasWhat Nature made him.Not radically ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
Sunlight On The SeaMake merry, comrades, eat and drink (The sunlight flickers on the sea),The garlands ...
Such a sensation Sunday's preacher made."Christian!" he cried, "what is your stock- in-trade?Alas! Too often nil. ...
I. O NATURE! thou whom I have thought to love, Seeing in thine the reflex of God's face, A loathed ...
Sing softly. Muse, the Reverend Henry WhiteWho floats through time as lightly as a featherYet left one solitary gleam of ...
GUIDE, PHILOSOPHER, BUT FRIEND _If that these vagrant verses make One heart more glad; if they but ...
Praise we the Lord! let songs resoundTo earth's remotest shore!Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise -For we are slaves no ...
O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom ...
The decorously informative churchGuide to Sex suggested that any urgecould well be controlled by playing tennis:and the game provided also ...
Water's colour at-dusk still white;Sunsets glow in-the-dark gradually nil.Windy lotus shakes broken fan;Wave-moon stirs string jewels.Crickets chirping ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat: Heu Palmae, Laurique furor, vel simplicis Herbae! Arbor ut indomitos ornet vix una labores; ...
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