The Condition Of King Seuen’s Flocks (Confucius Poems)
Who dares to say your sheep are few? The flocks are all three hundred strong. Who dares despise your ...
Who dares to say your sheep are few? The flocks are all three hundred strong. Who dares despise your ...
Comes not the springtime here, Though the snowdrop came,And the time of the cowslip is near, For a ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines-- I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! ...
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Red cows on the asphalt road have settled. Lazing on the asphalt pan they lie. We drive them round for ...
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
A Gaelic bard they praise who in fourteen adjectives Named the one indivisible soul of his glen; For what are ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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