With failing feet and shoulders bowedBeneath the weight of happier days，He lagged among the heedless crowd，Or crept along suburban ways.But still thro...
'Ye have robb'd，' said he， 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end，Take your ill-got plunder， and bury the dead：What will ye more of ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away，（Capten， art tha sleepin' there below？）Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay，...
This is the Chapel： here， my son，Your father thought the thoughts of youth，And heard the words that one by oneThe touch of Life has turn'd to trut...
I was out early to-day， spying aboutFrom the top of a haystack —— such a lovely morning ——And when I mounted again to canter b...
It fell in the year of Mutiny，At darkest of the night，John Nicholson by Jalándhar came，On his way to Delhi fight.And as he by Jalándhar ...
Down thy valleys， Ireland， Ireland，Down thy valleys green and sad，Still thy spirit wanders wailing，Wanders wailing， wanders mad.Long ago that anguish ...
by Martha Collins not as in pin， the kind that keeps the wheels turning， and not the strip of land that marks the border between two fields. unrelated...
by Peggy Simson Curry Long after we are gone， Summer will stroke this ridge in blue； The hawk still flies above the flowers， Thinking， perhaps， the sk...
by Miguel Hernández （Translated by Robert Bly） The onion is frost shut in and poor. Frost of your days and of my nights. Hunger and onion，black...