The Battle-Day, Or, The Lost Army (Ernest Jones Poems)
I. LINDSAY castle's jutted forth On the wild, old sounding sea,And a gallant race of the hardy North, ...
I. LINDSAY castle's jutted forth On the wild, old sounding sea,And a gallant race of the hardy North, ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony groundbetween Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me,when addressed, belong ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer ...
prologueWho shall tell the storyAs it was?Write it with the heart's blood?(Pale ink, alas!)Speak it with the soul's lips,Or be ...
Up, up up! On and out and away From the little beast I live in, Through ...
I am a boxer, who does not inflict blows on the air,but I hit hard and straight at my own ...
Half a dozen childrenAt our house!Half a dozen childrenQuiet as a mouse,Quiet as a moonbeam,You could hear a pin—Waiting for ...
They told me I had three months to live,So I crept to Bernadotte,And sat by the mill for hours and ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
My eyes widened in opening the box Oh it was a meat lover's pizza Oh yes it was visible cholesterol ...
Everyone, after all, was killed: he who was crucified, he who died without skin, he who died without a head, ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
They told me I had three months to live, So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for ...
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
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