Athwart the harbor lingers yet The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the guardian cliffs are set The noiseless shadows steal away; But all the winnowed eastern sky Is flushed with many a tender hue, And spears of light are smiting through The...
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MY home and haunt are in every leaf,
Whose life is a summer day, bright and brief,--I live in the depths of the tulip's bower,
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore
Where the salt smell cheers the land;
Where the tide moves bright under boundless light,
And the surge on the glittering strand;
Wan white mists upon the sea, East wind harping mournfully All the sunken reefs along, Wail and heart-break in its song, But adown the placid bay Fisher-folk keep holiday
All the deeps beyond the bar Call and murmur from afar, 'Plaining of a ...
Kimos, son of Menedoros, a young Greek-Italian,devotes his life to amusing himself,like most young men in Greater Greecebrought up in the lap of luxury
But today, in spite of his nature,he is preoccupied, dejected
Near the shorehe watche...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,
Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,