The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 1: Third Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
TANSILLO.There are several varieties of enthusiasts, which may all be reduced totwo kinds. While some only display blindness, stupidity, and ...
TANSILLO.There are several varieties of enthusiasts, which may all be reduced totwo kinds. While some only display blindness, stupidity, and ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone,So oft their freaks have in my page been shown.The subject may at ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try;To found our tales on what we can rely;Th' experiment repeatedly I've made,And ...
CHORUS OF SPIRITS:FIRST SPIRIT:Palace-roof of cloudless nights!Paradise of golden lights!Deep, immeasurable, vast,Which art now, and which wert thenOf the Present ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
In the Beginning, God, the great Schoolmaster, wrote upon the white leaves of our souls the text of life, in ...
Peace tries to land in Vietnam,but only after a cautious examination.Day after day, month following month,flutters, runs away, hovers again.If ...
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try; To found our tales on what we can rely; Th' experiment repeatedly ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
Because finally the personal is all that matters, we spend years describing stones, chairs, abandoned farmhouses- until we're ready. Always ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Thrice welcome home to Hawick, Mr J. Graham Henderson, For by your Scotch tweeds a great honour you have won; ...
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