WARRIOR of God, man's friend, and tyrant's foeNow somewhere dead far in the waste Soudan,Thou livest in all hearts, for all men knowThis earth has never borne a nobler man.--"Epitaph on General Gordon" by Alfred Lord TennysonWe lost another warrior o...
Through many roads, by me possessed,He shambles forth in cosmic guise;He is the Jester and the Jest,And he the Text himself applies.--From An American, by Rudyard KiplingDon't forget, September 9 is Constitution Day."[T]he American Constitution is, s...
Genius, like gold and precious stones,is chiefly prized because of its rarity.Geniuses are people who dash off weird, wild,incomprehensible poems with astonishing facility,and get booming drunk and sleep in the gutter.--from "Genius" by Mark Twain.Sp...
A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid And on her dulcimer she played,--From Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWeave a circle round me thrice and close your eye...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea, and one on shore,To one thing constant never.Then sigh not so,But let them go,And be you blith and bonny,Converting all your sounds of woeInto Hey nonny, nonny.--ShakespeareT...
But from the trance she sudden broke- The trance, or death into promoted life;At her feet a shivered yoke,And in her aspect turned to heaven No trace of passion or of strife-A clear calm look.--From "America" by Herman MelvilleAnother antho...
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,Shot o'er the seething harbour-bar,And reach'd the ship and caught the rope,And whistled to the morning star.And while he whistled long and loudHe heard a fierce mermaiden cry,"O boy, tho' thou are young and proud...
In these rapid, restless shadows,Once I walked at eventide,When a gentle, silent maiden,Walked in beauty at my side.She alone there walked beside meAll in beauty, like a bride.--From "The Village Street" by Edgar Allan PoeIn contrast to Poe's romanti...
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering?The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing....I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide,And I...