The Captured Flag (Arthur Weir Poems)
Loudly roared the English cannon, loudly thundered back our own,Pouring down a hail of iron from their battlements of stone,Giving ...
Loudly roared the English cannon, loudly thundered back our own,Pouring down a hail of iron from their battlements of stone,Giving ...
Clasp hands across the world, Across the dim sea-line, Where with bright flags unfurled Our navies breast the brine; Be ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he ...
Now when, beneath the riotous drinking,The witches found the liquor sinkingSo low their ladles couldn't reach it,The blacksmith with a ...
listen to me i havebeen mobbed almosttheres an old simp cockroachhere who thinks he hasbeen to hell and allthe young ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
1 On Linden, when the sun was low, 2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, 3 And dark as winter ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
I have a dream to fill the golden sheath of a remembered day.... (Air heavy and massed and blue as ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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