Leipzig (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
The meadow and the mountain with desire Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest Surged 'neath the meadow's seemingly ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
Jack would laugh an' joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin' like a medder lark, Loaded to ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, Where the wind has the cut ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried, Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died, Like racing smoke, swift ...
The black bull bellowed before the sea. The sea, till that day orderly, Hove up against Bendylaw. The queen in ...
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatness ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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