Horace To Melpomene (Eugene Field Poems)
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,— Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing;And thou, corrosive blasts of time, by ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,— Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing;And thou, corrosive blasts of time, by ...
ON thy wild banks, by frequent torrents worn,No glittering fanes, or marble domes appear,Yet shall the mournful muse thy course ...
I woke at night in my eternal tombThe desert sands had hid a thousand years,And heard the Nile-crier across the ...
We build today a mansion for the MorningFrom out the ragged ruins of yesterday;The firm foundations for a world new-borningWe ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may ...
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