The Croton Ode. (George Pope Morris Poems)
Gushing from this living fountain,Music pours a falling strain,As the goddess of the mountainComes with all her sparkling train.From her ...
Gushing from this living fountain,Music pours a falling strain,As the goddess of the mountainComes with all her sparkling train.From her ...
I.Hymen! the Bridal--bed prepare,Summon all the Loves together;Virgins! Undress the blushing Fair,Hoping, fearing, lead her thither.II.At length, forbear to rob ...
A HUNDRED years and more have run their courseSince settlers saw the River Hawkesbury,And came to till the lands its ...
Whilst yet to prove,I thought there was some deity in loveSo did I reverence, and gaveWorship, as atheists at their ...
The Britons, in their Nature shy,View Strangers with a distant Eye:We think them partial and severe;And judge their Manners by ...
Welladay! Here I lay You at rest--all worn away, O my pencil, to the tip Of our old companionship! Memory Sighs to see What you are, and ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead usUp the future's endless stair;Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us.For stagnation is despair:Groping, guessing, ...
If nothing else, may not this season move,Or time become the true chronicle of love?And so allay the fury, stint ...
Night broodeth o'er the solitude sereneAs some glad mother o'er her first-born child,Pouring her gladness on the shadowy sceneIn floods ...
Obrian, were in Story told,Thy Ancestors wore Crowns of old:In fair Hibernia's Isle they reign'd;A Country, by their Sons disdain'd!Too ...
October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchenI study my father's embarrassed young man's face.Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand ...
WE built thy walls, O Zion,In sorrow and in fear;And each builder kept his eye onHis battle-axe and spearAs he ...
Lord, if I had half your brains, I'd write a book:None of your sentimental platitudes,But something real, vital: that should ...
Though fast youth's glorious fable flies,View not the world with worldling's eyes;Nor turn with weather of the time.Foreclose the coming ...
Cold hears thy soul the praise or cursing of posterity.Quit of the human race, thou man of destiny!They only could ...
Posterity will ne'er surveyA nobler grave than this:Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:Stop, traveler-- (Lord George Gordon Byron)
God-like Tsarevna Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde! Whose wisdom matchless Opened the true path To young Prince Khlor To go up ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
When in the Thracian dust uprooted lay, In ruin vast, the strength of Italy, And Fate had doomed Hesperia's valleys ...
IO, that the years had language! time would tell,Of one bright night the moon has loved so well, For oft ...
Let not these thoughts torment you: I alas!In low ignoble poverty shall passMy wretched days, and unregarded lieBuried alive, in ...
Those spirits God ordained,To stand the watchmen on the outer wall,Upon whose souls the beams of truth first fall; They ...
When the Cambridge flower-show ended, And the flowers and guests were gone, And the evening shades descended, Roamed ...
He fights where the fighting is thickest And keeps his high honor clean; From finish to ...
Where Feathertop frowns thro' the winter scud, Where Buffalo broods on high,Dwells she, a lass of royal blood, And a ...
Seest thou this Flow'r my Dear, how fair it shows Op'ning its balmy Bosom, to receive The lusty Morning--beams? A ...
O fountain of Blandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I ...
This Cenotaph is sacred to the Memory Of those departed Warriors, of the seventy--ninth regiment, by whose deliberate Valour, steady ...
O fountain of Bandusia! Whence crystal waters flow,With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe;A sportive kid ...
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow,With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe;A sportive kid ...
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