Category: Poetry
"I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of verse alone, one life allows me; Verse and nothing else have I to give you. Other heights in other l...
Listen and hear Rome roaring from afar! Oh, hearken to the tumult of the hordes Of Caesar, drunk with the red wine of war! Blow trumpets! Clang, O brazen shields and swords, You...
1. Part 1"I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of...
3. Part 3What is Religion?--Word of many creeds Blared forth in streets by solemn Pharisee, And piped in doleful tones on scrannel reeds, Untouched by love or tender sympathy That moves...