Stand Firm! (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Beware! The sword of England Is in your hand to keep:Look that it be not tarnished Nor pilfered in your ...
Beware! The sword of England Is in your hand to keep:Look that it be not tarnished Nor pilfered in your ...
Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend! Long have I served thine altars, serve me now at the end, Let me have ...
"Niggers won't fight ah ha!""Niggers won't fight"" ah ha!""They are no good for war, One in a hundred.""Let Mississippi's shore,Flooded ...
She has gone down! they shout it from afar, Kings-nobles-priests-all men of every race, Whose lagging clogs Time's ...
SWEET is life's crown of quiet; sweet is age, With tranquil days, unmarred by joy or dole, Void of desire, ...
Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
DOST thou not rise, indignant shade, And smile wi' spurning scorn, When they wha wad hae starved thy life, Thy ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired, How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd; How ...
SWEET naïveté of feature, Simple, wild, enchanting elf, Not to thee, but thanks to Nature, Thou art acting but thyself. ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
'A man should write to please himself,' He proudly said. Well, see his poems on the shelf, Dusty, unread. When ...
"But it isn't playing the game," he said, And he slammed his books away; "The Latin and Greek I've got ...
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