The Legion Of Honor (Henry Lynden Flash Poems)
Why are we forever speaking Of the warriors of old?Men are fighting all around us, Full as noble, full as bold.Ever working, ...
Why are we forever speaking Of the warriors of old?Men are fighting all around us, Full as noble, full as bold.Ever working, ...
All right. I may have lied to you and about you, and made a fewpronouncements a bit too sweeping, perhaps, ...
We used you like the queen in chess or the queen in cards.On a velvet pillow we presented you with ...
Stay, ship from Thames with fettered sailsin Sydney Cove, this ebb of tide;your gear untangled from the gales,imprisoned at your ...
In vain, O mountain, this malignant mist Hides thy grand brow, and every wrinkle fills;In vain these envious levelling clouds insist Thou ...
IT hath been thine to prove what use and power,What sweetness, and what glorious strength belongTo the brief compass of ...
He slandered me; and I "with eyes of fire,"Like Collins' Anger, rose and struck the liar."You do me wrong," he ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
He washed out his marred hair and cleaned up his equipment(?), shaking out his locks down over his back,throwing off ...
CLARICE awoke next morning with the sense That something she had found, and something lost; A little pain she felt, ...
ONCE more, my harp! once more, although I thought Never to wake thy silent strings again, A wandering dream thy ...
UNDER harness his heart then is hit indeedby sharpest shafts; and no shelter availsfrom foul behest of the hellish fiend. ...
A LONE, wayfaring wretch I saw, who stood Wearily pausing by the wicket gate; And from his eyes there streamed ...
What! And it was so! Thou wert then Death—stricken from behind, O heart of hearts! and they were men, That ...
Cry on! full well I know the voice,For often it hath called on me, Stirring my passions with the noise,As ...
I don't know why I'm slandered so, If I go high,--if I go low,-- There's always some one who will ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
No monument stands over Babi Yar. A drop sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as ...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now ...
There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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