Corsica (Anna Laetitia Aikin Barbauld Poems)
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
I HAVE been down in a dark valley; I have been groping through a deep gorge; Far above, the lips ...
I.God is our strength and song, The Rock of our salvation: His courts of prayer, ye people, throng, And anthems ...
ONCE more this Autumn-earth is ripe, Parturient of another type. While with the Past old nations merge His ...
There are mottoes on the family crests of EnglandSince the Conqueror blew his conk upon our shoresIt's grand to have ...
Uninterruptedly falls the snow,Like meagre, long wool-strands, scant and slow,O'er the meagre, long plain disconsolate.Cold with lovelessness, warm with hate.Infinite, ...
THE prayers of saints on clouds of incense rise,Rejoicing angels bear them to the skies,And store them in the treasury ...
AND some still cry: "What is the use? The service rendered? What the gain? Heroic, yes! -- but in what ...
ONCE men could walk these roads and hear no soundSave the sad ocean beating on the shore,Or song of birds ...
Heav'nly Father, we Thy children,Gathered round our risen Lord,Lift our hearts in earnest pleading:Oh, revive us by Thy Word!RefrainSend refreshing, ...
STREAM of my life, dull, placid river, flow! I have no fear of the ingulfing seas: Neither I look before ...
When Hate's black standard is at length unfurledAnd stored-up rancours smite thee,-when from FranceSprings Waterloo's for ever poisoned lanceAnd Germany, ...
In Progress you have little faith, say you:Men will maintain dear interests, wreak base hates,By force, and gentle women choose ...
Translated From the Turkic.Clear diamond heart,I have been hunting deathAmong the swords.But death abhors my shadow,And I come backWounded with ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man In ...
shaw had the gift of the crab how he took the straight idea and scuttled with it sideways marking sand ...
Before they released, parted holding on for a blessing Somehow he knew; He was wrestling with God this younger twin, ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way, Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay: No word of ...
I have some friends, some worthy friends, And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded ...
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