The Self-Seeker, by Robert Frost
"WILLIS, I didn't want you here to-day:
The ...
"WILLIS, I didn't want you here to-day:
The ...
Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozen...
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...
Muses of Sicily, a loftier strain
Be ours: th...
Chorus from Orestes I Lost is the bliss, the...
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, ...
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
(Mobile Bay, August 5, 1864.)
“On the forecastl...
The worst thing about death must be ...