Poem Of Poverty (Millosh Gjergj Nikolla Poems)
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,When ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the ...
"Forward, comrades, ever forward"!Shout the leaders in the fight;"Scale the ramparts! Plant the standardOn the citadel of light!"Break the chains ...
I.THE suns of eighteen centuries have shoneSince the Redeemer walked with man, and madeThe fisher's boat, the cavern's floor of ...
IN ACKNOWLEDGING A TOAST TO THE SMITH PROFESSORI rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know,With the impromptu I promised ...
Death never came so nigh to me before,Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I musedOf calm and peace ...
I reached the cottage. I knew it from the cardHe had given me--the low door heavily barred,Steep roof, and two ...
With heart disposed to memory, let me standNear this monarch and this minstrel of the land,Now that Dian leans so ...
HE asked me of my friend - 'a clever man;Such various talent, business, journalism;A pen that might some day have ...
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, looking northward far away,O'er the camp of the invaders, o'er the Mexican array,Who is ...
Though Philip the Second Of France was reckoned No coward, his breath came short When they told him a dragon As big as a ...
My youthful brother, oft I long To write to you in prose or song; With no pretence to judgment strong, But warm affection, May ...
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
He has a name which can't be brought Within the sphere of metre;But, as he's Peter by report, I'll trot him out ...
Still, shall unthinking man substantial deemThe forms that fleet through life's deceitful dream?On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays,Shall heedless ...
At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay,They show you a church, or rather the grayRibs of a dead one, ...
YES , 'tis a year since last that plaintive cry,"Pity the prisoners," touch'd my wand'ring ear:And now again their hat ...
Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not ...
A little lad, but thinly clad, All day had roamed the street;With stitled groans and aching bones, He beg'd for bread to ...
Pensive, o'ercome, the Muse hung down her Head,And heard the fatal News,—"The Friend is dead.Dumb, fixt in Sorrow, she forgot ...
ACROSS the Stony Mountains, o'er the desert's drouth and sand,The circles of our empire touch the western ocean's strand;From slumberous ...
High on a rocky cliff did once a gray old castle stand,From whence rough-bearded chieftains led their vassals--ruled the land.For centuries ...
O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,Thy golden harvests flowing out of ...
The man that rooms next door to me: Two weeks ago, this very night, He took possession quietly, As any other lodger might-- But ...
IIt was my lot of late to travel farThrough all America's domain,A willing, gray-haired servitorBearing the Fiery Cross of righteous ...
1868Don't cry, mother, don't grievethat I grew up as an outlaw,an outlaw, mother, a rebel,and abandoned you to your sorrow,mourning ...
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to viewA ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame ...
Piero Luca, known of all the townAs the gray porter by the Pitti wallWhere the noon shadows of the gardens ...
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