My Hero (Benjamin Brawley Poems)
Flushed with the hope of high desire, He buckled on his sword,To dare the rampart ranged with fire, Or where ...
Flushed with the hope of high desire, He buckled on his sword,To dare the rampart ranged with fire, Or where ...
UPWARD we went by fields of asphodel,Leaving Ortygia's moat-bound walls below;By orchards, where the wind-flowers' drifted snowLay lightly heaped upon ...
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and ...
To the City of Bombay The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side, ...
To the City of Bombay The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side, ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden womb, With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star, And its foam in rippling silver whitens ...
NOT her own sorrow only that hath place Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood's years to ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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