Yet I will look upon thy face again, My own romantic Bronx, and it will be A face more pleasant than the… — Joseph Rodman Drake Bronx Copy Share Image
Flag of the free heart's hope and home! By angel hands to valour given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome; And… — Joseph Rodman Drake Angel Copy Share Image
When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the… — Joseph Rodman Drake Air Copy Share Image
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the… — Joseph Rodman Drake Beauty Copy Share Image
O, pleasant is the welcome kiss When day's dull round is o'er; And sweet the music of the step That meets us… — Joseph Rodman Drake Doors Copy Share Image
When Freedom from her mountain-height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars… — Joseph Rodman Drake Air Copy Share Image
