The Spagnoletto. Act III (Emma Lazarus Poems)
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in DON TOMMASO'S House. ANNICCA discovered, attired in mourning. Enter DON TOMMASO.DON TOMMASO.If he still ...
(REFECTORY, MISSION SAN GABRIEL, 1869)Good!--said the Padre,--believe me still,"Don Giovanni," or what you will,The type's eternal! We knew him hereAs ...
FATHER FELIPEI speak not the English well, but Pachita,She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha?Eh, little rogue? ...
England, cannot thy shores boast bards as great,And hearts as good as ever blest a State?When arts were rude and ...
Wherever I wander, my spirit still dwells,In the silvery San Juan with its streamlet and dells;Whose mountainous summits, so rugged ...
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
There's a wind up and a sighing along the waterside,And we're homeward bound at last on to-night's full tide:Round the ...
The Caf? Strelitz was almost empty. Upon a hot midday in July, Don Juan wandered into the Caf? Strelitz ...
Beneath the eaves there is another chair, And a bruised lily lies upon the walk, With the bright drops still ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
Long ago, long ago the green metal of the statue in the nearby park was a man in faraway lands, ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
I was seventy-seven, come August, I shall shortly be losing my bloom; I've experienced zephyr and raw gust And (symbolical) ...
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
When my moustache curled, And my hair was black, And I wore tight trousers And a diamond stud, I was ...
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life? DON JUAN, III, 63-4 ...
after Juan Ramon A child wakens in a cold apartment. The windows are frosted. Outside he hears words rising from ...
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