The Warden of the Cinque Ports (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and ...
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
(Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between ...
"The Mother Hive"-- Actions and Reactions A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page The story of ...
At this particular time I have no one Particular person to grieve for, though there must Be many, many unknown ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay ...
The Divine Perfections. Great God! thy glories shall employ My holy fear, my humble joy; My lips in songs of ...
Persecutors punished. Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as ...
Pardoning grace. Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy ...
v.20-26 L. M. Sincerity proved and rewarded. Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere, Hast made thy truth and love ...
HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music ...
Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or ...
My apparition rose from the fall of lead, Declared, 'I am a civilian.' It only served To aggravate your fright. ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay, And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
HOW often have I said, "We may not grieve for the immortal dead." And now, poor blenchèd heart, Thy ruddy ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came Visible emperor of the deeds of Time, With Justice still the genius ...
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