Georgic 1 (Publius Vergilius Maro Poems)
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name,Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame!Oh! could that spirit, which thy ...
Content.See Discontent.Let the rich Miser gather golden Gain,And live the large Possessor of the Plain:Whom Fears perpetual scare with neighb'ring ...
Loud raves the blast, and, smell, the sleety showersDrive over hill and dale with hurrying sweep.The leafless boughs all to ...
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
Agriculture.--The Sire of Gods himselfWill'd not that Tillage should be free from Toil.He first sollicited the restive MoldBy Art: and ...
YON coward, with the streaming hair,And visage, madden'd to despair,With step convuls'd, unsettled eye,And bosom lab'ring with a sigh,Is Guilt! ...
Hat sight of woe thus harrows up my soul!Must those love-darting eyes in anguish roll?Shall ghastly death such charms divine ...
The rolls and harrows lie at rest beside The battered road; and spreading far and wide Above the russet clods, the corn ...
Sir Henry De Vaux came across the sea, To visit his native clime;A face like an angel of light had he, But ...
John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, Remembering thee,That for ages of agony hast endured, ...
HOW soft are the day dreams, how sweet are the slumbers Of him who reclines on the lap of ...
I've ridden nigh a thousand leagues upon two bands of steel,And it takes a grizzled Westerner to know just how ...
AH! wherefore, cruel Cupid, didst thou bind, With such a painful wreath, my bleeding brows? Why give me ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, Remembering thee, That for ages of agony hast endured, and ...
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