Hymn to Delos, by Callimachus
O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise...
O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise...
This is the Beach whereon the white foam flies
...
Where's nature's breast with anguish riven,
U...
Strong of bone and strong of brawn,
Colored l...
The warrior bowed his crested head, and tamed ...
Impression left after listening to story narrat...
The Battle of Chancellorsville, 1863 The sun ...
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
Neeber, a Bedouin of noble heart,
That from ...
There lives a creature of a dreamer's brain,
...
Now, through the crowded amphitheater,
Sound...
On sunny slope and beechen swell,
The shadowe...
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
The hunted Ne...
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle...
I heard a voice, that cried,
"Balder the Bea...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the might...
Long journeying over Afric's waste,
Fair, fl...
For days the hunter march'd o'er wooded hills
...
For days the hunter over open plains
Fring'd b...
For other scenes their lights expand,
Out in ...
The tented field wore a wrinkled frown,
And t...
An incident of the flood in Massachusetts, on ...
The main church bell rang
The heavy sound of e...
MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day,
Raked the m...