The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
The Spirit, the fire the power of God descending the Roar of that wind bringing fear to their hearts God ...
Our story of the beginning the world and all that is spoken into existence by the authoritative voice of God ...
Oh Job, what were you thinking calling out the creator in anger and righteousness demanding of our God Be careful ...
Like a hurricane, coming straight for them a thundering rush of wind, piercing the night so was the entrance of ...
In the thundering silence, in the dark of night God speaks In the prayers of the faithful the words of ...
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
"She took away my invisible band while we were in the middle of a song!" Such was the exclamation, the ...
Like shafts of light, woven together; sheets of flowing luminous light like a wall of falling water a curtain of ...
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to ...
Many a phrase has the English language -- I have heard but one -- Low as the laughter of the ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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