Richard Minutolo (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told,Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled;With beauteous objects in abundance blessed.No country round so ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told,Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled;With beauteous objects in abundance blessed.No country round so ...
AND can his antiquarian eyes,My Anglo-Saxon C despise?And does Lord Harcourt, day by day,Regret th' extinct initial K?And still, with ...
I.SHE stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
I very little knew your husband, Madam;He was large and ugly, I did not know more.But we are not annoyed, ...
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on whatinvisible branch. Who, who gave you the push,that you swung with ...
Winding all my life about thee, Let me lay my lips on thine;What is all the world without thee, Mine —oh mine!Let ...
Yes! hopeful—trustful—onward ever, Each helping each—all urging all;The mighty stream, receding never; The rippling flow—the waterfall.Slow—swift, but irresistibly,Rolls the grand tide of ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
Listen to the Poet's story Of an ancient bell,Freighted with its wreaths of glory, With its fate as well:On Alhambra's ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
PEARL-SLASHED and purple and crimson and fringed with gray mist of the hills, The pennons of morning advance to the ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push, that you ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
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