Obsequies Of Stuart (John Reuben Thompson Poems)
We could not pause, while yet the noontide air Shook with the cannonade's incessant pealing,The funeral pageant fitly to prepare— A nation's ...
We could not pause, while yet the noontide air Shook with the cannonade's incessant pealing,The funeral pageant fitly to prepare— A nation's ...
WHAT fragrant-footed comer Is stepping o'er my head?Behold, my queen! the Summer! Who deems her warriors dead.Now rise, ye knights of many ...
Heard ye that thrilling word — Accent of dread —Fall, like a thunderbolt, Bowing each head?Over the battle dun,Over each booming gun ...
He has done the work of a true man,--Crown him, honor him, love him.Weep, over him, tears of woman,Stoop manliest ...
He has done the work of a true man-- Crown him, honor him, love him; Weep over him, tears of woman, Stoop, manliest ...
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,That never more shall hear such victories told;He stands apparent with his heaven-high ...
CHAUNTED BY JACK SAVAGE, AT THE LIFE-WAKE OF THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN, WHO DIED BEFORE HIS TIME, 1859.(Occasioned by a ...
Where is God, whilst all around us sounds the jarring of the wheels,When the cry of human anguish starwards thro' ...
Can it be I -- this Hindenburg, deferring To demagogues, catch phrases, lucky charmsAnd all this mummery about me stirring? ...
Come hearken, hearken, gentles all,Come hearken unto me,And I'll sing you a song of a Wood-LyonCame swimming out over the ...
Riding on Rosinante where the carsWith dismal unremitting clangors pass,And people move like curbless energumensRowelled by fiends of fury back ...
Arrayed in robes of regal state,But stiff and cold, the monarch sate;In gorgeous vests, his chair beside,Stood prince and peer, ...
Thirteenth CenturyThe bells of Oseney(Hautclere, Doucement, Austyn)Chant sweetly every day,And sadly, for our sin.The bells of Oseney(John, Gabriel, Marie)Chant lowly,Chant ...
Not his the lifelong loud renown, The head with weight of years grown gray: But his a gallant ...
O Robert Lee, you paladin,I wonder how my words would strike you.I know the portrait might have beenIn many, many ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Far to the Northward there lies a land, A wonderful land that the winds blow over, And none may fathom ...
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