Moore (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
On Nineveh's proud towers the sinking sun In cloudless splendor looks; nor, through the earth, Like glory doth behold. In ...
I. Where falls the shadow of the Kofel cross Athwart the Alpine snows, the rose of faith ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
The crimson color lays As bright as beauty's blush along the West; And a warm golden ...
_Ixcocauhqui icuic._ 1. Huiya tzonimolco notauane ye namech maya pinauhtiz, tetemoca yenamech maya pinauhtiz. 2. Xonca mecatla notecua iccotl mimilcatoc ...
Hast thou thro' Eden's wild-wood vales, pursued Each mountain-scene, magnificently rude, Nor with attention's lifted eye, revered That modest stone, ...
When the twilight deep has fallen then my baby comes to me, Robed in white, all dressed for Dreamland, and ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate ...
Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That ...
That sacred Closet when you sweep -- Entitled "Memory" -- Select a reverential Broom -- And do it silently. 'Twill ...
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word -- The Stars that stated come to Town Esteemed ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
v.7ff C. M. The power and majesty of God; or, Reverential worship. With rev'rence let the saints appear, And bow ...
Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my ...
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