Poland (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"O Heaven, he cried, my bleeding country save;Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?"——CampbellSpeak not thus in ...
"O Heaven, he cried, my bleeding country save;Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?"——CampbellSpeak not thus in ...
OH, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn;And this is a ...
The China Coast's a dumping ground And the South Sea gets its shareOf the kind of men that don't make goodThe ...
While the crippled cruisers stagger where the blind horizon dips,And the ocean ooze is rising round the sunken battle-ships,While the ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
When Johnnie Bull pledges his word, To keep it he'll gird on his sword, While ...
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
Where the short-legged EsquimauxWaddle in the ice and snow,And the playful Polar bearNips the hunter unaware;Where by day they track ...
WILLIE, fold your little hands; Let it drop, that "soldier" toy: Look where father's picture stands,-- Father, who here kissed ...
Yaw, de Kaiser he write me von day, Shoost so soon he find oudt he get shtuck; ...
When Slav and Russ had raised a fuss, And sent their Czar a-kiting, Said Givinski to Blatherski, ...
We're fighting now for liberty Where'er our armies are, We wouldn't want our king to be ...
CRUEL and wild the battle: Great horses plunged and reared, And through dust-cloud and smoke-cloud, Blood-red with sunset's angry flush, ...
The British guns have spoken And Bill may lose his crown, The German line is broken, ...
ON HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS FROM VARIOUS LANGUAGESBowring, the music of thy polished strainsThrough every tongue its equal power sustains.To the ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 NOW list to my morning's romanza-I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing, ...
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