A Humble Heroine (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas at the Seige of Matagarda, during the Peninsular War, That a Mrs Reston for courage outshone any man there ...
'Twas at the Seige of Matagarda, during the Peninsular War, That a Mrs Reston for courage outshone any man there ...
Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died, And by the death of his father, Mrs ...
Ye sons of Great Britain, I think no shame To write in praise of brave General Graham! Whose name will ...
Alas! Lord and Lady Dalhousie are dead, and buried at last, Which causes many people to feel a little downcast; ...
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead! And, I hope, has gone to heaven, its streets to tread, And to ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
I wanted to be County Judge One more term, so as to round out a service Of thirty years. But ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
Sweetheart Spring Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly, Her gliding hands were fire, Her lilac breath upon our cheeks Consumed us ...
Music and silver chimes and sunlit air, Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower; Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere. She, ...
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