Tripoli (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Hear the singing on the boats,As they halt beside the pier!Ah, those fresh Italian throats, How they cheer!Yet the words they ...
Hear the singing on the boats,As they halt beside the pier!Ah, those fresh Italian throats, How they cheer!Yet the words they ...
Were you ever told the legend oldOf the birth of storms at sea?You should hear the tale in a Channel ...
I chose me a lovely garden,Beneath whose ivied wallA lake's blue wavelets murmurAs evening shadows fall,--A garden, whose leafy windowsFrame ...
O Buddha, of the mystic smileAnd downcast, dreamful eyes,To whom unnumbered sacred shrinesAnd gilded statues rise,Whose fanes are filled with ...
Stately boats, with happy crowds, Passing up the lake,Leaving, under sunset clouds, Jewels in your wake,From my garden's sheltered strand I can watch ...
All the lights have been extinguishedIn my closely-curtained room,Nothing now can be distinguishedIn the all-pervading gloom;And through darkness, so alluring,I ...
Let me sleep on! I would not waken yet,Or leave too soon the peaceful realm of dreams!There, lulled by placid ...
Watchword sublime of Rome's imperial sage,Tersest of synonyms for self-control,Paramount precept of the Stoic's age,Noblest of mottoes for the lofty ...
All is noiseless; Cold and voicelessLies the form I've oft caressed;Heedless now of blame or praises,'Neath the sunshine and the daisiesDear, ...
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