A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
When I taught Ida how to ride a Bicycle that night, I ran beside her, just to guide her Erring ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
O KENMURE'S on and awa, Willie, O Kenmure's on and awa: An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord That ever Galloway ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
At least I've learned this much: Life doesn't have to be all poetry and roses. Life can be bus rides, ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
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