Looking Death In The face (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
Between the dark and the day,To the King's room where he layWith crucifix and winding-sheet,And chanting brethren two or three,Queen ...
Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;Why should he labour to ...
Was it a lie that they told me,Was it a pitiless hoax?A sop for my soul and its longingOnly to ...
From my cell, I look back on the world-from my cell, And think I ...
Long has been the pilgrimage, Oh son of my begetting;Weary through the centuries and o'er the deserts wide;Myriad the altars ...
I worked for fifty hours a week, And someone said to me,"Don't be a serf! Throw off your chains, And ...
Curling smoke from a chimney low,And only a few more steps to go,Faces pressed at a window paneWatching for someone ...
They seemed to die on battle-field, To die with justice, truth, and law; The bloody corpse, the ...
Phoebus Apollo, from Olympus driven,Lived at Admetus, tending herds and flocks:And strolling o'er the pastures and the rocksHe found his ...
Don't call. Without any summonsI'll reach the shrine.And droop my head in even silenceTo your feet fine.I will your orders ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
Take up the White man's burden -- Send forth the best ye breed -- Go bind your sons to exile ...
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on ...
I am the mother of sorrows, I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom, I ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Industrious, affable, having brain on fire, Henry perplexed himself; others gave up; good girls gave in; geography was hard on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word, When the night was enkindled ...
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