O how much wiser you would be To play at Indian wars with me! VIII Historical Associations Dear ...
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IV. But the city, oh the city---the square with the houses! Why? They are stone-faced, white as a ...
Some old tomb's ruin: yonder weed Took up the floating wet, IV. Where one small orange cup amasse...
And a handsome word or two give help, Here, after your kind, the mastiff girns And the puppy pack ...
All petals, no prickles, Delicious as trickles Of wine poured at mass-time,--- And choose One ind...
My Koh-i-noor-or (if that's a platitude) Jewel of Giamschid, the Persian Sofi's eye So, in anticip...
What small fear, if another says, ``Three days and one short night beside ``May throw no shadow on...
Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, and great hearts expand And grow one in the sens...
Then the truth came upon me. No harp more---no song more! outbroke--- XVII. ``I have gone the whol...
Is the chapel reached by the one-arched bridge Where the water is stopped in a stagnant pond Dance...
Dramatic Lyrics By Robert Browning CAVALIER TUNES. I. MARCHING ALONG. I. Kentish Sir Byng stood...
Or are witnesses denied--- Through the desert waste and wide Do I glide unespied As I ride, as I ...
DE SCAEVOLA. Lictorem pro rege necans nunc mutius ultro Sacrifico propriam concremat igne manum: ...