Ethnogenesis (Henry Timrod Poems)
IHath not the morning dawned with added light?And shall not evening call another starOut of the infinite regions of the ...
IHath not the morning dawned with added light?And shall not evening call another starOut of the infinite regions of the ...
O lady! if, until this hour,I've gazed in those bewildering eyes,Yet never owned their touching power,But when thou couldst not ...
As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a den (the ...
Achilles came from Homer's Jove-like brain, Pavilioned 'mid his ships where Thetis trod; But he whose image dominates this plain Came from the ...
O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that forsakeThee shall be ashamed ; and they that depart fromThee, shall be ...
After a pause ALICE began, "Well,they were both very unpleasant characters -""De mortuis -" said TWEEDLEDEE reprovingly."I don't know what ...
Lover of England, stand awhile and gazeWith thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;They rest beyond the speech of human ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
Though all the nations now Peace gathers under her white wings, The minds of Italy will ne'er be free From ...
For the past three days she had been wandering, and following.She followed the people.She followed the events.She seemed to be ...
I.She sitteth at the Master's feetIn motionless employ;Her ears, her heart, her soul completeDrinks in the tide of joy.Ah! who ...
When all hearts are opened,And all the secrets known,When guile and lies are banished,And subterfuge is gone. When God rolls ...
I HAVE not yet I could have loved thee, sweet; Nor know I wherefore, thou being all thou art,The ...
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun; Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk; At rich ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street To cheer the soldiers ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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