Battle Of The Stars (Adah Isaacs Menken Poems)
Alone on the hill of stormsThe voice of the wind shrieks through the mountain.The torrent rushes down the rocks.Red are ...
Alone on the hill of stormsThe voice of the wind shrieks through the mountain.The torrent rushes down the rocks.Red are ...
THOUGHT AND DEED333 THOU MUST WIN IT HEREHere must thy deed be done.'Twere an undreamed-of thingThat he who wins no ...
The dim, mysterious, ruddy lightThat ushers in an autumn night,Hung o'er the reeking fields that layBefore me, on my lonely ...
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing ...
TO HUPNOS. I.Kind Comforter of all the weary Gods, With drooping eyelids, head that ever nods! Thou silent soother, that ...
I.On thy couch of cloud reclined, Wake, O soft and sacred Wind! Soft and sacred will we name thee, Whosoe'er ...
Through the broad, rolling prairie I'll merrily ride, Though father may fume, and though mother may chide, To the green, ...
(Written after entering New York Harbor at Daybreak)Up the vast harbor with the morning sun The ship swept in from ...
Me happy, night, night full of brightness;Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations;How many words talked out with abundant ...
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay storedThe priceless riches of all climes and lands,Say, wouldst thou let ...
PLOUGH with thy strong arm the difficult furrow;Sow the grain, not in vain, crops it shall yield thee;Plant in thy ...
Turn on the prudent Ant, thy heedful eyes,Observe her labours, Sluggard, and be wise.No stern command, no monitory voicePrescribes her ...
Recite the dangers chiselled on this face:How I was clipped by scorn and maimed by liesHow conscience hedged my soul; ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil." And he answered: Of ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted ...
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