Munich (Charles Godfrey Leland Poems)
GAMBRINUS. In a field of goldnen parley Goot King Gambrinus shlept, Und treamin' pout de dursty volk, Dey say he ...
GAMBRINUS. In a field of goldnen parley Goot King Gambrinus shlept, Und treamin' pout de dursty volk, Dey say he ...
NEVERMORE Shall the shepherds of Arcady follow Pan's moods as he lolls by the shore Of the mere, or lies ...
ISword in length a reaping-hook amainHarald sheared his field, blood up to shank:'Mid the swathes of slain,First at moonrise drank.IIThereof ...
Where the short-legged EsquimauxWaddle in the ice and snow,And the playful Polar bearNips the hunter unaware;Where by day they track ...
HO! Heimdal sounds the Gjallar-horn: The hosts of Hel rush forth And Fenris rages redly From his shackles in the ...
THROUGH twelve stout generationsNew England blood I boast;The stubborn pastures bred them,The grim, uncordial coast,Sedate and proud old cities,—Loved well ...
You have builded your ships in the sun-lands, And launched them with song and wine; They are ...
God is our chosen Leader -- but let Him understandThat He may only guide us where our desires command!And we ...
What darkens, what darkens?-'t is heaven's high roof:What lightens?-'t is Heckla's flame, shooting aloof:The proud, the majestic, the rugged old ...
The Night is thick with storm and driving cloud, Lurid at instants through the blackness break Quick gleams of war ...
Well worth the climbing—what a glorious sight! An empire all beneath us. Far away, In the bright sunshine of the ...
Who in the splendour of a simple thought,Whether for England or her enemies,Went in the night, and in the morning ...
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
I am the God Thor, I am the War God, I am the Thunderer! Here in my Northland, My fastness ...
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
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