Şiir, Sadece

Our minds are married, but we are too young  For wedlock by the customs of this age  When parent homes pen each in seperate cage  And only s...

So here are you, and here am I,  Where we may thank our gods to be;  Above the earth, beneath the sky,  Naked souls alive and free.  The aut...

No stone is set to mark his nation's loss,  No stately tomb enshrines his noble breast;  Not e'en the tribute of a wooden cross  Can...

Awake! Young Men of England    Oh! give me the strength of the Lion,  The wisdom of reynard the Fox  And then I'll hurl troops at the Ge...

A happy vicar I might have been  Two hundred years ago  To preach upon eternal doom  And watch my walnuts grow;   But born, alas, in an evil...