Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Poet in his Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
HERMANN AND DOROTHEA.So tow'rd the sun, now fast sinking to rest, the two walk'd together,Whilst he veil'd himself deep in ...
Lordly gallants! tell me this (Though my safe content you weigh not),In your greatness, what one bliss Have you gained, that I ...
SCENE.-A tent in the Parliamentary camp. HAMPDEN lies wounded, and CROMWELL is bending over him. Hampden. Spare all who yield; alas, that ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
An Ode to be read on the laying of the foundationstone of the new Oglethorpe University,January, 1915, at Atlanta,GeorgiaIAS when ...
Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,Voicing the peerless theme of noble youthWho rose to Life's sublimest greatness ...
When fell Oppression o'er the earthHer iron sceptre waved with fearful sway,To thee, dread power of War, the fiend gave ...
Why should the American negro be proud?This question was asked in tones clear and loud,The Negro who once was in ...
Last of the giants, in whose soul shone clear The sacred torch of greatness and of right, A stricken world, that cannot ...
Yea, this is he, whose name is synonym Of all that's noble, though but lowly born; Who took command upon a stormy ...
POLLIOMuses of Sicily, essay we nowA somewhat loftier task! Not all men loveCoppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,Woods worthy ...
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
POLLIOMuses of Sicily, essay we nowA somewhat loftier task! Not all men loveCoppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,Woods worthy ...
Sing and rejoice, With heart and voice,An heir is born to the British Crown, A royal son, A princely one,One born to glory ...
She's gone! The Beauty of our Isle is fled; Our Joy cut off, the Great MARIA dead. We faint beneath the Stroak ...
ALONE he sat. His broad and lofty browWas bent upon his thin, pale hand; his locksOf jet hung o'er it ...
DEATH is a leveller; beauty and kings,And conquerours, and all those glorious things,Are tumbled to their graves in one rude ...
While to our Queen each duteous Bard conveysThe faithful Tribute of exalted Praise;While Genius, Learning, all their Force combine,To make ...
August is hot from the touch of an ardent sun,Lolling and still in fields and windless places;Idle all day like ...
TERCENTENNIAL CELEBRATIONAPRIL 23, 1864"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,Where Genoa's roving mariner ...
What's man but a heathenish bandit?Earth's charity proves but a lie -Tis given with looks that remand it;Philanthropy's all in ...
England! My England! can the surging seaThat lies between us tear my heart from thee?Can distant birth and distant dwelling ...
The heavens, O Lord! Thy power proclaim,And the earth echoes back Thy name;Ten thousand voices speak Thy might,And day to ...
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize His artificial grief that scans his eyes; Mine weep down pious beads, ...
When these stately Halls I scanAnd the giant burden of these Houses,And the stormy pilgrimage of ManAnd the frenzied race ...
We are accused of terrorismIf we dare to write about the remains of a homelandThat is scattered in pieces and ...
Where shall be found the niche unfill'd,—A spot unclaim'd, a field untill'd?Who may secure a vacant spaceFairly to run and ...
The English air is fresh and fair,The Irish fields are green;The bright light gleams o'er Scotland's streams,And glows her hills ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
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