The Merchant (Friedrich von Schiller Poems)
Where sails the ship?--It leads the Tyrian forth For the rich amber of the liberal north. Be kind, ye seas--winds, ...
Where sails the ship?--It leads the Tyrian forth For the rich amber of the liberal north. Be kind, ye seas--winds, ...
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no ...
Neither spite, fellow citizens, Nor forgetfulness of the shiftlessness, And the lawlessness and waste Under democracy's rule in Spoon River ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
Very well, you liberals, And navigators into realms intellectual, You sailors through heights imaginative, Blown about by erratic currents, tumbling ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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