Stonewall Jackson (George Washington Cruikshank Poems)
An Impromptu On Hearing of His DeathBury the mighty dead—Long, long to live in story!Bury the mighty deadIn his own ...
An Impromptu On Hearing of His DeathBury the mighty dead—Long, long to live in story!Bury the mighty deadIn his own ...
A painter, high in worldy fame, Was sought to reproduce by artA likeness of the man whose name Sent darts of anguish ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream?Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried,Almost for ...
You rise the water unfoldsYou sleep the water flowersYou are water ploughed from its depthsYou are earth that takes rootAnd ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
Act II.SCENE I. Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS ...
I 'T is the middle of night on the Greenfield farm And the creatures are huddled to keep them from ...
When close by my bed the Death Angel shall stand And deliver his summons, at last;When my brow feels the ...
There were only a few of them In all the earth Each one thought he was alone They sang, they ...
The One who could repeat the Summer day -- Were greater than itself -- though He Minutest of Mankind should ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
I loved you, and I probably still do, And for a while the feeling may remain... But let my love ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... Still I remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
I love you - though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy - Yet to this shameless, ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
A flower - shrivelled, bare of fragrance, Forgotten on a page - I see, And instantly my soul awakens, Filled ...
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
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