The Storming of Stony Point (Guy Humphrey McMaster Poems)
In their ragged regimentals Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the ...
In their ragged regimentals Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the ...
Eagle, Tyrolean eagle,Why are thy plumes so red?"In part because I restOn Ortler's lordly crest;There share I with the snowThe ...
Young as the Spring seemed life when sheCame from her silent East to me;Unquiet as Autumn was my breastWhen she ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
The sun burns hotly thro' the gumsAs down the road old Rogan comes - The hatter from the lonely ...
One night, when bitterer winds than ours,On hill-sides and in valleys low,Built sepulchers for the dead flowers,And buried them in ...
Come for the prizesAll are allotted, Leaving the ranks ofCut flowers and potted, ...
I.FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she ...
HO! Heimdal sounds the Gjallar-horn: The hosts of Hel rush forth And Fenris rages redly From his shackles in the ...
Sweet is the voice that callsFrom babbling waterfallsIn meadows where the downy seeds are flying;And soft the breezes blowAnd eddying ...
"WARM, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully, Stirring dreamy breakers on the slumberous May sea, What shall fail to answer thee? ...
In GaryThe Millsfeaston ore and men . . .Like potbellied hoboesthe mills snorelying face upwardon the north horizontheir breathlike winter ...
The world of the elder gods is aflame. The smoke of its burning, Heavy with fumes of carnage, darkens the ...
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
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