Alnwick Castle (Fitz-Greene Halleck Poems)
HOME of the Percy's high-born race,Home of their beautiful and brave,Alike their birth and burial place,Their cradle, and their grave!Still ...
HOME of the Percy's high-born race,Home of their beautiful and brave,Alike their birth and burial place,Their cradle, and their grave!Still ...
Silent I have stood and borne it, hoping still from year to yearThat the pleading voice of justice you would ...
A Chief Of The Indian Tribes, The Tuscaroras.On Looking At His Portrait By WeirCOOPER, whose name is with his country's ...
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, Who stand'st among the nations now Unheeded, unadored, unhymned, With unanointed brow, — How long the ignoble sloth, how long The trust in greatness not thine own? Surely the lion's brood is strong To front the world alone! How long the indolence, ere thou dare Achieve thy destiny, seize thy fame, — Ere our proud eyes behold thee bear A nation's franchise, nation's name? The Saxon force, the Celtic fire, These are thy manhood's heritage! Why rest with babes and slaves? Seek higher The place of race and age. I see to every wind unfurled The flag that bears the Maple Wreath; Thy swift keels furrow round the world Its blood-red folds beneath; Thy swift keels cleave the furthest seas; Thy white sails swell with alien gales; To stream on each remotest breeze The black smoke of thy pipes exhales. O Falterer, let thy past convince Thy future, — all the growth, the gain, The fame since Cartier knew thee, since Thy shores beheld Champlain! (Montcalm and Wolfe! Wolfe and Montcalm! Quebec, thy storied citadel Attest in burning song and psalm How here thy heroes fell! O Thou that bor'st the battle's brunt At Queenston and at Lundy's Lane, — On whose scant ranks but iron front The battle broke in vain! — Whose was the danger, whose the day, From whose triumphant throats the cheers, At Chrysler's Farm, at Chateauguay, Storming like clarion-bursts our ears? On soft Pacific slopes, — beside Strange floods that northward rave and fall, — Where chafes Acadia's chainless tide — Thy sons await thy call. They wait; but some in exile, some With strangers housed, in stranger lands, — And some Canadian lips are dumb Beneath Egyptian sands. O mystic Nile! Thy secret yields Before us; thy most ancient dreams Are mixed with far Canadian fields And murmur of Canadian streams. But thou, my country, dream not thou! Wake, and behold how night is done, — How on thy breast, and o'er thy brow, Bursts the uprising sun!(Charles G. D. Roberts)
(A Reincarnation Phantasy)This was the story never told By one who cared not for the world's gold. One of the ...
ME thus often the evil monstersthronging threatened. With thrust of my sword,the darling, I dealt them due return!Nowise had they ...
So he is dead. A strange, sad story clings About the memory of this mindless man;A tale that strips war's ...
Opening the mists on a sudden through,An Avenue!Then, all one ferment of varied gold,With foam of plumes where the chamfrom ...
June 18: 1643 Flags crape-smother'd and arms reversed, With one sad volley lay him to rest: Lay him to rest ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
READ BEFORE THE NATIONAL CONVENTION OF MEXICAN WAR VETERANS, JANUARY 16, 1874. "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND!" How many ...
NOW sad and slow with solemn paces,She wanders thro the castle's courts;Sighing as she the scene retraces,Where silence reigns, instead ...
PEACE on the hush'd earth fell at eventide, As dew from heaven upon the thirsty grass; No sound unmusical broke ...
I. O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs. The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting, throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews. The tearing of tangled trousers, the jut of giant calves protuberant. The wriggleness, the wormlike, snaky movement and life of it; The insertion of strong men in the mud, the wallowing, the stamping with thick shoes; The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity. (Ah, well kicked, red legs! Hit her up, you muddy little hero, you!) The bleeding noses, the shins, the knuckles abraded: That's the way to make men! Go it, you border ruffians, I like ye.II. Only two sorts of men are any good, I wouldn't give a cotton hat for no other — The Poet and the Plug Ugly. They are picturesque. O, but ain't they? These college chaps, these bouncing fighters from M'Gill and Toronto, Are all right. I must have a fighter, a bully, somewhat of a desperado; Of course, I prefer them raw, uneducated, unspoiled by book rot; I reckon these young fellows, these howling Kickapoos of the puddle, these boys, Have been uneducated to an undemocratic and feudal-aristocratic extent; Lord! how they can kick, though! Another man slugged there!III. Unnumbered festoons of pretty Canadian girls, I salute you; Howl away, you non-playing encouragers of the kickers! Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, M'Gill! Rah, Rah, Rah, Sis, Boom, Toronto! Lusty-throated give it! O, wild, tumultuous, multitudinous shindy. Well, this is the boss; This is worth coming twenty miles to see. Personally, I haven't had so much fun since I was vaccinated. I wonder if the Doctor spectates it. Here is something beyond his plesiosauri. Pure physical glow and exultation this of abundantest muscle: I wish John Sullivan were here.IV. O, the kicking, stamping, punching, the gore and the glory of battle! Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick. Will you kick! You kickers, scoop up the mud, steam plough the field, Fall all over yourselves, squirm out! Look at that pile-driver of a full-back there! Run, leg it, hang on to the ball; say, you big chump, don't you kill that little chap When you are about it. Well, I'd like to know what a touch down is, then? Draw? Where's your draw? Yer lie!(Anonymous Americas)
The woods were in leaf, and they cast a sweet shade;Among them walk'd Helga, the beautiful maid.The water is dashing ...
1553-4 Two ships upon the steel-blue Arctic seas When day was long and night itself was day, Forged heavily before ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,Gazes with dead face on the seas ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
Miller, whom fair Ierne bore To grace Britannia's happier shore, Whose Genius guides, whose counsel guards The labours of Bathonian ...
The Grenadiers of Austria are proper men and tall; The Grenadiers of Austria have scaled the city wall; They have ...
WIGLAF his name was, Weohstan's son,linden-thane loved, the lord of Scylfings,Aelfhere's kinsman. His king he now sawwith heat under helmet ...
A TALE. JACK HARDY long for lovely NANCY Had sigh'd sincere, on sea and shore;She danc'd, she sung, she drest ...
CANTATA.This is Denmark's holyday; Dance, ye maidens! Sing, ye men! Tune, ye harpers! Blush, ye heroes!This is Denmark's holyday.ONE VOICE.In ...
O Hesper-Phosphor, far away Shining, the first, the last white star, Hear'st thou the strange, the ghostly cry, ...
Then to her answered and spake great Hector the waving-crested : " I too grieve for all this, dear love, ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: —"Lo, now, this sea-booty, son of Healfdene,Lord of Scyldings, we've lustily brought thee,sign of glory; ...
Some said it was a shooting star,Some said it was a pheasant;It was the most surprising thingTo villager and peasant.To ...
At midnight, in his guarded tent,The Turk was dreaming of the hourWhen Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,Should tremble at ...
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