Gettysburg: A Battle Ode (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
IVictors, living, with laureled brow,And you that sleep beneath the sward!Your song was poured from cannon throats:It rang in deep-tongued ...
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
IA Mountain SpringPeace hath an altar there. The sounding feet Of thunder and the 'wildering wings of rainAgainst fire-rifted summits flash ...
Lady, the fairest flowers the morn disclosedAre glowing on thy bosom; while within,Thousands of clustering joys are still in bud:And ...
Death and Destruction they belched forth in vain, We grimly defied their thunder; Two columns of foot and batteries twain, We rode and ...
I put by the half-written poem,While the pen, idly trailed in my hand,Writes on--, "Had I words to complete it,Who'd ...
There are the modern prophets here,Though altars totally are felt, Their eyes are very deep and clear -In them, the ...
Written on Board the Medway.OUR voyage is begun, for the anchor is weighed,And the north wind blows fresh and fair, ...
Now from Leander's place she rose, and found Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground; Which ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
'Tis the summer prime, when the noiseless airIn perfumed chalice lies,And the bee goes by with a lazy hum,Beneath the ...
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
Today I'm cruel, frenetic, demanding;I can not even tolerate the most bizarre books.Incredible! I've already smoked three packets of cigarettes ...
When first I looked upon the face of PainI shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a foeWho stands with dagger ...
one morning the bone was there set in the centre of waste ground against the early morning sun the frost ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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