Goodbye (Antonio de Castro Alves Poems)
GOODBYE - O ungrateful child! You said to me - goodbye -? Madness! better it would be To separate the ...
GOODBYE - O ungrateful child! You said to me - goodbye -? Madness! better it would be To separate the ...
IThis Riddle rede or die,Says History since our Flood,To warn her sons of power:-It can be truth, it can be ...
THROUGH the air with a sound of wings,And a sea-wave's glistening rise and fall,In the apple-tree Marian swings.Like a skylark ...
MUTE is thy wild harp, now, O bard sublime!Who, amid Scotia's mountain solitude,Great Nature taught to "build the lofty rhyme,"And ...
A moth, I thogh, munching a word.How marvellously weird! a wormDigesting a mans sayings - A sneakthief nibbling in the ...
A moth, I thought, munching a word.How marvellously weird! a wormDigesting a man's sayings --A sneakthief nibbling in the shadowsAt ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
There is a jaggle of masonry here, on a small hill Above the gray-mouthed Pacific, cottages and a thick-walled tower, ...
A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Mind lives on the Heart Like any Parasite -- If that is full of Meat The Mind is fat. ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
The heron-billed pale cattle-birds That feed on some foul parasite Of the Moroccan flocks and herds Cross the narrow Straits ...
When the long, long day is over, and the Big Boss gives me my pay, I hope that it won't ...
Of course you've heard of the Nancy Lee, and how she sailed away On her famous quest of the Arctic ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
I-THE LURE No, no,-forget your Cricket and your Ant, For I shall never set my name to theirs That now ...
My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me. A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. For years I ...
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