Rape Of Florida: Canto I: Invocation (Albery Allson Whitman Poems)
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
Let me lie upon the heather Where the heath fowl have abode,In my hand the open Bible, On my lip ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
The Grenadiers of Austria are proper men and tall; The Grenadiers of Austria have scaled the city wall; They have ...
WHEN did you start your tricksMonsieur?What do you stand on such high legs for?Why this length of shredded shankYou exaltation?Is ...
In order to perfect all readers the statements should he carved on rock walls, on cave walls, and on the ...
Could you give me a bite to eat? said he, As he tarried by my back door.And I thought ...
Sir, -- I try to do my duty as a patriotic man With sane views about the science of gastronomy;And ...
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,Women of weak ...
Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri, like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what ...
They spoke it bravely, grimly, in their darkest hours of doubt;They spoke it when their hope was low and when ...
Whatever the strength of our foes is now,Whatever it may have been,This is our slogan, and this our vow—They shall ...
Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
LOUD and low in the chimney The squalls suspire; Then like an answer dwindles And glows the fire, And the ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
'Twas on the 9th of September, a very beautiful day, That a numerous English army came in grand array, And ...
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