Winona – In Camp (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
A SEAMAN'S TALE OF THE SEAWe men hat go down for a livin' in ships to the sea,-We love it ...
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and ...
(Sailed Westward, 1534,1535,1541)HAIL, Master Mariner of Sainte Malo!Whose name hath been a star for centuries,Why ventured thou thrice o'er tempestuous ...
O la splendeur de notre joie,Tiss?e en or dans l'air de soie!Voici la maison douce et son pignon l?ger,Et le ...
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
'Dieu dont l'arc est d'argent, dieu de Claros, ?coute; O Sminth?e-Apollon, je p?rirai sans doute, Si tu ne sers de ...
A LA FRANCE France! ? belle contr?e, ? terre g?n?reuse, Que les dieux complaisants formaient pour ?tre heureuse, Tu ne ...
'Apollon, dieu sauveur, dieu des savants myst?res, Dieu de la vie, et dieu des plantes salutaires, Dieu vainqueur de Python, ...
O muses, accourez; solitaires divines, Amantes des ruisseaux, des grottes, des collines! Soit qu'en ses beaux vallons N?me ?gare vos ...
Quoi! tandis que partout, ou sinc?res ou feintes, Des l?ches, des pervers, les larmes et les plaintes Consacrent leur Marat ...
DERE woned once a studente, All in der Stadt Paris,Whom jeder der ihn kennte, Der rowdy Breitmann hiess. He roosted ...
Assis sur le bord d'un chantier Avec des gens de mon m?tier, C'est-?-dire avec une troupe Qui ne jure que ...
Squire Adam had two wives, they say, Two wives had he, for his delight, He kissed and clypt them ...
Toi, de Mopsus ami! Non loin de B?r?cynthe, Certain satyre, un jour, trouva la fl?te sainte Dont Hyagnis calmait ou ...
...Terre, terre ch?rie Que la libert? sainte appelle sa patrie; P?re du grand s?nat, ? s?nat de Romans, Qui de ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is ...
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