Beer (Charles Stuart Calverley Poems)
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
I dreamt last night; and in that dreamMy boyhood's heart was mine again;These latter years did nothing seemWith all their ...
There is a parable in the pathless cloud,There's prophecy in heaven,--they did not lie,The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed from the proud,To ...
Only last year, at Christmas TideWhile pacing down the the city streetA tiny, ill-clad paperboyAs ragged as you'd ever meetRaised ...
To-day, as when the musket-rattle O'er Belgian lowlands spoke,And 'mid the rush and roar of battle The famed ...
Dark stranger on the teeming map of fateFabric, that seem'st a thing alike apartFrom aught that nature or that art ...
GRAY-HEADED POETS, whom the full years blessWith life and health and chance still multipliedTo hold your forward course - fame ...
IA satyr spied a Goddess in her bath,Unseen of her attendant nymphs; none knew.Forthwith the creature to his fellows drew,And ...
Prison'd king! What worlds of woe In thy weary, gold-brown eyes —Thoughts of roaming long ago Under Afric's ...
Shall Virginia sleep onTill her liberties are gone?Shall the plottings of her foesGo unchecked beneath her nose?Can she, unresisting, seeWomen ...
When our lives were in their springtime and our souls were in the bud, While the watchful world was silent, ...
All perfect things are saddening in effect.The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,The matchless tinting on the royal roseWhose ...
" Breathe not a whisper here;The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;In silence gather near this upheaved mound ...
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
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