Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Here, at the end of the world, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness ...
Immortal love, authour of this great frame, Sprung from that beautie which can never fade; How hath man parcel'd out ...
Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which ...
For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain -- I heard a Woman say "Poor Child" -- and something in ...
Publication -- is the Auction Of the Mind of Man -- Poverty -- be justifying For so foul a thing ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
FAREWEEL to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae fam'd in martial ...
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
Said Mr. Smith, "I really cannot Tell you, Dr. Jones- The most peculiar pain I'm in- I think it's in ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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