Let those who would write heroic poems make their life an heroic poem. |
License they mean when they cry liberty. |
Like that self-begotten bird / In the Arabian woods embost, / That no second knows nor third, / And lay ere while a holocaust. |
Liquid lapse of murmuring streams. |
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good |
Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light |
Lords are lordliest in their wine. |
Man's disobedience) brought into this World a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery, Death's Harbinger |
Mats Mats Bay and the Port of Grays Harbor are the two sites we are considering. |
Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law |
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam. |
Methought I saw my late espousèd saint / Brought to me like Alcestis, from the grave. |
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep |
Money brings honor, friends, conquest, and realms |
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged / To hoarse or mute though fall'n on evil days, / On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues; / In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, / And solitude. |