The Martyrs (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Oh ye, who found in men's brief ways no signOf strength or help, so cast them forth, and threwYour whole ...
Oh ye, who found in men's brief ways no signOf strength or help, so cast them forth, and threwYour whole ...
These English actors are too mild, Who seek to have their wrongs redressed.No manager may be beguiled By supplication or ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
O patient shore, thou canst not go to meet Thy love, the restless sea, how comfortest Thou all thy loneliness? ...
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save ...
at a Gracious Answer 'But tell me, child, your choice; what shall I buy You?'-'Father, what you buy me I ...
we say blame the teachers don't we send our young to school to be taught the simple rules for decent ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Here at right of the entrance this bronze head, Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. ...
While I, that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as once A clear articulation in the air, ...
Poets with whom I learned my trade. Companions of the Cheshire Cheese, Here's an old story I've remade, Imagining 'twould ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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