The Temple of Friendship (Voltaire Poems)
Sacred to peace, within a wood's recess,A blest retreat, where courtiers never press,A temple stands, where art did never tryWith ...
Sacred to peace, within a wood's recess,A blest retreat, where courtiers never press,A temple stands, where art did never tryWith ...
The King was sick. His cheek was red,And his eye was clear and bright;He ate and drank with kingly zest,And ...
She calmly brought his sabre bright,Tempered with death;And, girding him, her all, aright,She spoke with eyes of kindling lightMore than ...
I. Ere wild haws, looming in the glooms, Build bolted drifts of breezy blooms; And in the whistling hollow there The red-bud bends as ...
IThere are faeries, bright of eye,Who the wildflowers' warders are:Ouphes, that chase the firefly;Elves, that ride the shooting-star:Fays, who in ...
SMALL epicurean, would to heaven that ICould borrow your lithe body and swift wingTo speed, a lightning atom through the ...
Lovely courier of the sky,Whence and whither dost thou fly?Scattering, as thy pinions play,Liquid fragrance all the way:Is it business? ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,Seems nowhere to alight: the whited ...
The sense of your bidding is unclear:to pray, to curse, is it, to fightyou bid me, inscrutable genius?The spring slackens, ...
The courier will depart next day, she's told.She sews a warrior's gown all night.Her fingers feel the needle cold.How can ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
THE dauntless youth, with heart elate,Once more essays his chequered fate.As perils new he boldly tries,Behold a gathering ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
Walking into the shadows, walking aloneWhere the sun falls through the ruined boughs of locustUp to the president's office. . ...
To the memory of Dr. J. McSimpson, a colored Author of Anti-Slavery Ballads. Written for the Zanesville, O., Courier.When Israel ...
A host of bloody centuries lie prone Upon the fields of Time--but still the wake Of Progress loud ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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