Of gentle blood, his parents' only treasure, Their lasting sorrow, and their vanish'd pleasure, Adorn'd with features, virtues, wit, and grace, A large provision for so short a race;...
Up, sailor boy, 'tis day! The west wind blowing, The spring tide flowing, Summon thee hence away. Didst thou not hear yon soaring swallow sing? Chirp, chirp,--in every note he seemed to say...
Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries He'll slit her nose; but blubbering she replies, "Good sir, make no more cuts i' th' outward skin, One slit's enough to let adultery in.
What? do you say that we, the toilers - the slaves - (Why strain at the gnat name Who swallow the camel thing your pocket craves?) - That we are "just the same," ...
I am back from up the country, very sorry that I went, Seeking for the Southern poets' land whereon to pitch my tent; I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track,...
Through blinding storm and clouds of night, We swiftly pushed our restless flight; With thundering hoof and warning neigh, We urged our steed upon his way Up the line. ...
How beautiful, how beautiful, Beneath the morning sky, In bridal veil of snowy mist, These dreamy headlands lie! How beautiful, in soft repose, Upon the water's breast,...
Upon the rocks where the baubles of broken blue glass wink at the sun and gather strands of rusted wire with the occasional bloodroot wildflower, a man is unbending in his efforts to construct a stone rail fence. Specks of mica...
When on the primal peaceful blank profound, Which in its still unknowing silence holds All knowledge, ever by withholding holds, When on that void (like footfalls in far rooms),...
Euroka, go over the tops of the hill, For the Death-clouds have passed us to-day, And we'll cry in the dark for the foot-falls still, And the tracks which are fading away!...
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In the first days thy sword republican Ruled the whole world for many an age's span: Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen,...
There is a village in a southern land, By rounded hills closed in on every hand. The streets slope steeply to the market-square, Long lines of white-washed houses, clean and fair,...
List, and in memory bear These six fond loving pair. Love, when aroused, kept true Rustan and Rad! Strangers approach from far Joseph and Suleika; Love, void of hope, is in...
Love is indeed a glorious prize! What fairer guerdon meets our eyes? Though neither wealth nor power are thine, A very hero thou dost shine. As of the prophet, they will tell,...