A Prize Poem (Henry Timrod Poems)
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
The plumed staff officer gallops Along the swaying line,That shakes as, beaten by hailstones, Shakes the loaded autumn vine;And the ...
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you ...
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