Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
IIn the purple light, heavy with redwood, the slopes drop seaward,Headlong convexities of forest, drawn in together to the steepravine. ...
RASH Adam to the field of old,Mankind for one dear apple sold;And none can from his fangs get free,'Till Jesus ...
THE outrage of innocence in instances too numerous to be recorded, of the wanton barbarity of the soldiers of the ...
They's nothin' in the name to strike A feller more'n common like! 'Taint liable to git no praise Ner nothin' like it nowadays; An' ...
I am not prone to moralize In scientific doubtOn certain facts that Nature tries To puzzle us about,--For I am no philosopher Of ...
When consciousness begins to add diversity to its intensity,its value is no longer absolute and inexpressible. The felt variationsin its ...
I caught a bird which made a ballAnd they thought better of it.But it is all of which they taughtThat ...
There are no stars to-nightBut those of memory.Yet how much room for memory there isIn the loose girdle of soft ...
There are no stars to-nightBut those of memory.Yet how much room for memory there isIn the loose girdle of soft ...
On summer evenings, the king's daughter is liable topass.The pebbles keep a sharp eye.The switchman goes home to bed. His ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Had we our senses But perhaps 'tis well they're not at Home So intimate with Madness He's liable with them ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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