A Story Of The Caracas Valley (James Barron Hope Poems)
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
High-perch'd upon the rocky way, Stands a Posada stern and grey; Which from the valley, seems as if, A condor there had paus'd ...
"Great Mother of great Commonwealths" Men call our Mother State: And she so well has earned this name That she may challenge Fate To ...
* * * * * In those vast forests dwelt a race of kings, Free as the eagle when he spreads his wings-- His wings which never ...
We sat beneath tall waving trees that flung Their heavy shadows o'er the dewy grass. Over the waters, breaking at our feet, Quivered ...
Of their great names I may record but few; He who beholds the Ocean white with sails And copies each confuses all ...
The sun went down in flame and smoke, The cold night passed without alarms, And when the bitter morning broke Our men stood ...
What! ye hold yourselves as freemen? Tyrants love just such as ye!Go! abate your lofty manner!Write upon the State's old banner, "_A ...
As some spent gladiator, struck by Death, Whose reeling vision scarce a foe defines, For one last effort gathers all his breath, England ...
Achilles came from Homer's Jove-like brain, Pavilioned 'mid his ships where Thetis trod; But he whose image dominates this plain Came from the ...
Oaks multiplied apace, and o'er the seas Big rumors went in many a winding ring; And stories fabulous on every breeze Swept to ...
My harp soon ceases; but I here allege Its strings are in my heart and tremble there: My Song's last strain shall ...
_"Liberty is always won where there exists the unconquerable will to be free."_Born free, thus we resolve to live: By Heaven ...
_IN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF A COPY OF HIS POEMS_. Himself I read beneath the words he writes ... I may come back and ...
Before this thought the present hour recedes, As from the beach a billow backward rolls, And the great past, rich in heroic ...
Midway between the orange and the snows As some fair planet rounds up from the sea, Eldest of all, the Central Power ...
Plain men have fitful moods and so have Kings, For Kings are only men, and often made Of clay as common as ...
Fools laugh at dreamers, and the dreamers smile In answer, if they any answer make: They know that Saxon Alfred could not ...
Behind me purplish lines marked out the town, Before me stretched the noble Roadstead's tide: And there I saw the Evening sun ...
O'er town, and works, and waves amain Far fell grim Ruin's furious rain, O'er parapet and mast, And riding on the thunder-swell Far flew ...
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