An Indian at the Burial-Place of his Fathers. (William Cullen Bryant Poems)
It is the spot I came to seek,--My fathers' ancient burial-placeEre from these vales, ashamed and weak,Withdrew our wasted race.It ...
It is the spot I came to seek,--My fathers' ancient burial-placeEre from these vales, ashamed and weak,Withdrew our wasted race.It ...
"A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, ...
. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break - Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe.Wus it ...
Johannes, son of Gilbert, born At Warren Magna, com. Wigorn., Till one-and-twenty simple John, Cast his eyes on Alison ; ...
So tightly was Swanelil lacing her vest,That forth spouted milk, from each lily-white breast;That saw the Queen-mother, and thus she ...
With splendour of a silver day,A frosted night had opened May:And on that plumed and armoured night,As one close temple ...
I chanced upon an early walk to spyA troop of children through an orchard gate:The boughs hung low, the grass ...
With eyes that searched in the dark,Peering along the line,Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark,Driver of "Forty-nine".And the veldt-fire flamed ...
His heart was in his garden; but his brain Wandered at will among the fiery stars: Bards, heroes, prophets, Homers, ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. ...
I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soon Someone ...
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of "Forty-nine". ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, He had this pint about him: He'd swear with a hundred sighs ...
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