Pygmaeo-gera (James Beattie Poems)
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,Of the happy days that followed,In the land of the Ojibways,In the pleasant land and peaceful!Sing ...
A SONG that is bitter with grief-a ballad as pale as the lightThat comes with the fall of the leaf, ...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
DRUMS of all that's right and wrong-of love and hate and scorn,And the new-born baby hears them and it wails ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
To the Right Honourable JOHN Earl of Radnor.Per varios casus per tot discrimina rerumTendimus ——— VirgilThis Essay was wrote soon ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
God's armies of Heaven, with pinions extended,Spread wide their white arms to the standard of Light;And bending far down to ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far ...
On a warm sunny day, in the midst of July,A lazy young pig lay stretched out in his sty,Like some ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
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