The Tragedy of White Injustice (Marcus Mosiah Garvey Poems)
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
A Lay Sung at the Feast of Castor and Pollux on the Ides of Quintilis in the year of the ...
To Agesias of Syracuse, on his Victory gained by the Apen(Henry James Pye)
YES; when the ways oppose- When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows,- More potent far the spell. O ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in,degraded Henry, at the ebb of love—O at the end of love—in undershorts, ...
All wretched, shocking, nude, with vilest fare,Such slave am I — my body bears the signs —Born free at foot ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept;The grim king marked ...
1712 We count him wise,Timoleon, who in Syracuse laid down That gleaming bait of all men's eyes,And ...
Who are you, who is anybody to tell me I am wrong?I am not wrong.In Syracuse, rock left bare by ...
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. — ...
To Archimedes once a scholar came,"Teach me," he said, "the art that won thy fame;—The godlike art which gives such ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ?" O at the end of ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
To Archimedes once a scholar came, "Teach me," he said, "the art that won thy fame;-- The godlike art which ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; Twine yellow roses for the ...
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