The Last Harbor (Patience Worth Poems)
Eve sends her silver arrows upO'er night's rim. The waters lap,Languorously lapping at the heaven's fringe.Lo, a mast, tilted 'gainst ...
Eve sends her silver arrows upO'er night's rim. The waters lap,Languorously lapping at the heaven's fringe.Lo, a mast, tilted 'gainst ...
Pull away merrily--over the waters! Bend to your oars for the wood-tangled shore;We're off and afloat with earth's loveliest daughters, Worth all ...
"Well thou answerest, steed; well thou answerest!Keeping time to thy hoof-beats my heart beats,Tramping louder as faster the sparks fly,Gallop ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
Of Hector's deeds did Homer sing,And of the sack of stately Troy, What griefs fair Helena did bring,Which was Sir ...
ITO THE GROCERY BOYBefore you send me up that card With rime and diction far from subtle,Hear what a now ...
When Phoebus had melted the sickles of ice,With a hey down, &c.And likewise the mountains of snow,Bold Robin Hood he ...
We condemn, with hot curses, the Hun For his piracy, perjury, pride, For his nameless atrocities done, ...
WHEN my life has enough of love, and my spirit enough of mirth,When the ocean no longer beckons me, when ...
You are growing convalescent As pain's fingers are withdrawn;And you waken in a strange, white room at last; Yet your ...
I wear a splendid uniform;I ride a splendid nag;I talk both loud and valiantlyOf Honor and the Flag;But let the ...
A duty done ... What else was there to do? A simple matter; and as simply solved.His straight young mind ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
If faithful souls be alike glorified As angels, then my fathers soul doth see, And adds this even to full ...
As some brave admiral, in former war, Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still, Two rival fleets appearing from ...
Her dead lady's joy and comfort, Who departed this life The last day of March, 1727: To the great joy ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the ...
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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