The Return Of Napoleon From St. Helena (Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems)
HO! City of the gay! Paris! what festal riteDoth call thy thronging million forth, All eager for the sight?Thy soldiers line the ...
HO! City of the gay! Paris! what festal riteDoth call thy thronging million forth, All eager for the sight?Thy soldiers line the ...
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,But never, ah never, can meet with ...
Archduke Francis Ferdinand, Austrian Heir-Apparent,Rideth through the Shadow Land, not a lone knight errant,But captain of a mighty train, millions ...
Let God arise, and let His foesBe scattered now before Him;Let all on Him with joy reposeWho holily adore Him.Before ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
Who rideth as fleet as a fleet Nabajo?Whose arm is so strong with the lance and the bow?His arrow in ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is ...
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands;A sullen rock in a sea ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan ...
Falling, falling—gently falling,Pattering on the window pane,Like a weird spirit callingCome the heavy drops of rain.Sweeping by the crazy casement,Where ...
Fortress of hope, anchor of faithful zeal,Rock of affiance, bulwark of sure trust,In whom all nations for salvation mustPut certain ...
There by his side in chariot rideth she, As lovely flower of the hibiscus tree, So fair her face; and ...
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my Lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon ...
OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men ...
Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him; For ...
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