Civil War In America–Exp (Janet Hamilton Poems)
No darker record on the roll of timeWas e'er inscribed to country, age, or clime,By the red hand of war—so ...
No darker record on the roll of timeWas e'er inscribed to country, age, or clime,By the red hand of war—so ...
Thou who such weary Length hast past,Where wilt thou rest, mad Nymph, at last?Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted Cell,Where ...
Expression, child of soul! I fondly traceThy strong enchantments, when the poet's lyre,The painter's pencil catch thy sacred fire,And beauty ...
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
A LEGENDARY TALE.NOW near drew the time when fair Ann was allow'd To visit her lover confin'd; To mingle ...
"The winds whistled loud the bleak caverns among, The nightingale fearfully lower'd her song, The moon in dark vapors retir'd; ...
"SWEEP on, ye winds-congenial billows roar, As, lost, I wander on your dubious shore; In sad review each shudd'ring vision ...
(As Austin Dobson might have written it)Their pail they must fill In a crystalline springlet,Brave Jack and fair Jill.Their pail ...
Nathan received his Orders from above,To go to David and his Crime reprove;Attend great King! to what I shall unfold,And ...
"Silent he stalk'd, and ever and anon He shudder'd, and turn'd back, saying, ""Who follows?"" Horror had blanch'd his check; ...
As Colin was tripping it over the Green,By Way of a Walk for to drive out the Spleen;It chanc'd that ...
PART I."THE night is dark as pitch, Harry, But there's not a drop of rain, And when the tide has ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
"What hast thou done, oh! wretch despairing? Think with horror on thy crime; Deep remorse, thy bosom tearing, Ne'er must ...
I am so weary, Love !—a chain,Whose ev'ry link is form'd of pain,Clings round me, like the serpent-coil,Whose graspings crush ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
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