Mysterious Rappings (Benjamin Penhallow Shillaber Poems)
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
"UNDER the slanting light of the yellow sun of October, A ""gang of Dagos"" were working close by the side ...
IThere, there, poor dog, my faithful friend, Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:But feast to-day while yet you may,— ...
There are not many sins when once we sift them.In actions of evolving human soulsStriving to reach high goalsAnd falling ...
You, if it fall to you to take From us the lamp that Athens gave, Fill it with mercy for ...
'Tis not by selfish miser's greed The great rewards of love are given; 'Tis not the cynic's haughty creed ...
I look into the faces of the people passing by, The glad ones and the sad ones, and the lined ...
When, to despoil my native France, With flaming torch and cruel swordAnd boisterous drums her foeman comes, I curse him ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder,Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder,Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze ...
Not for vague honors, not for treacherous power He lived and toiled thro' this, his earthy span;But to uphold and ...
I say, as one who never fearedThe wrath of a subscriber's bullet,I pity him who has a beardBut has no ...
Ah, well, the thing that lived lives on, And who are we to say it nay?When Vandal and when Goth ...
That which Grecian art created,Let the Frank, with joy elated, Bear to Seine's triumphant strand,And in his museums gloriousShow the ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
That which Grecian art created, Let the Frank, with joy elated, Bear to Seine's triumphant strand, And in his museums ...
Chaos ruled OK in the classroom as bravely the teacher walked in the nooligans ignored him hid voice was lost ...
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