Voices From The Old World: The Famine Of 1847 (Grace Greenwood Poems)
A voice from out the Highlands,Old Scotia's mountain homes!From wild burn-side, and darksome glen,And towering steep, it comes!Is it the ...
A voice from out the Highlands,Old Scotia's mountain homes!From wild burn-side, and darksome glen,And towering steep, it comes!Is it the ...
IThe despot treads thy sacred sands,Thy pines give shelter to his bands,Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina!He breathes at ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent ...
JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;Jack ...
Dragon! since lyrics are the mode,To thee I dedicate my Ode,And reason good I plead:Are those who cannot write, to ...
Let ev'ry one, that hears my voice,And understands my words, rejoice;Let ev'ry one applaud with meThe undivided Trinity.O turn, and ...
IDo not forget my charge I beg of you ;That of what flow'rs you find of fairest hueAnd sweetest odor ...
Tost rudely round this whirling sphere,Estrang'd from all he valued dear;Shut out from beauty's bright'ning ray;The social night, the tranquil ...
This Land is the orphan kiddie Of the group with their stars in the Flag,And it's looked on Outside as an ...
In the garden at Clevedale, whose waters havebeen immortalized from a Young Lady's fallinginto them.In imitation of Petrarch's Ode to ...
Then to her answered and spake great Hector the waving-crested :" I too grieve for all this, dear love, but ...
There are, who darkling and alone, Would wish the weary night were gone, Though dawning morn should only show The secret of their ...
At a feast in the east of our central plains,Girt with the sheaths of ...
"Will I come?" That is pleasant! I beg to inquireIf the gun that I carry has ever missed fire?And which ...
There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more;There were muttered oaths and curses- every fan in ...
To Arthur Galton OVER, the four long years! And now there rings One voice of freedom and regret: Farewell! Now old remembrance sorrows, ...
Th' mooin shone breet wi' silver leet, An th' wind wor softly sighin;Th' burds did sleep, an th' snails did creep, An ...
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurledDeath, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.See! on yon heath what countless victims ...
And passing further they beheld many men pale and tortured,whose names are known in the fatherland.And they came to a ...
O strong, upwelling prayers of faith,From inmost founts of life ye start,—The spirit's pulse, the vital breathOf soul and heart!From ...
CAMBRIDGE, JULY 21, 1865FOUR summers coined their golden light in leaves,Four wasteful autumns flung them to the gale,Four winters wore ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
In the Borghese, Caravaggio, painter of boy whores, street punk, exile & murderer,Left behind his own face in the decapitated, ...
Were you ever told the legend oldOf the birth of storms at sea?You should hear the tale in a Channel ...
"To the winds give our banner!Bear homeward again!"Cried the Lord of Acadia,Cried Charles of Estienne;From the prow of his shallopHe ...
A BALLADIT was the stalwart butcher man,That knit his swarthy brow,And said the gentle Pig must die,And sealed it with ...
Dedicated by special permission to Her Most Gracious Majesty Queen Victoria.We cried, "How long!" We sighed, "Not yet;"And still with ...
In Hester Street, hard by a telegraph post,There sits a poor woman as wan as a ghost.Her pale face is ...
Twelve years ago, when I could face High heaven's dome with different eyes-In days full-flowered with hours of grace, And nights not ...
The Landing"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,As he landed his crew with care;Supporting each man on the ...
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