Sublime Was the Warning (Thomas Moore Poems)
Sublime was the warning that liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from ...
Sublime was the warning that liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke Into life and revenge from ...
Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way, Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave Remember the glories of Brien the brave, Though the days of the hero ...
Weep on, weep on, your hour is past, Your dreams of pride are o'er; The fatal chain is round you ...
Oh, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, In whom both Beauties to ...
Rhodes' slave! Selling shoes and gingham, Flour and bacon, overalls, clothing, all day long For fourteen hours a day for ...
Night closed around the conqueror's way, And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood ...
Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; ...
My gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering strain; In tears our last farewell was taken, ...
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
My valiant fight! For I call it valiant, With my father's beliefs from old Virginia: Hating slavery, but no less ...
Senator, statesman, speaker of the House, exceptional dancer, slim, graceful, ugly. Proclaimed, before most, slavery an evil, broker of elections ...
There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in ...
The first genocide of the 21st century Began in Sudan. Slavery is cursed: Black-African Muslims strike first. Arab Muslims strike ...
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, That which is gendered in the wilderness From lonely prairies and ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
The robin laughed in the orange-tree: "Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings are ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards. I saw a proud, ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
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