Lviii. _love and death._ (Michelangelo Buonarroti Poems)
Ognor che l' idol mio.Whene'er the idol of these eyes appears Unto my musing heart so weak and strong, Death comes between ...
Ognor che l' idol mio.Whene'er the idol of these eyes appears Unto my musing heart so weak and strong, Death comes between ...
A prison is a convent without God.Poverty, Chastity, ObedienceIts precepts are. In this austere abodeNone gather wealth of pleasure or ...
_For Graves at Pea Ridge, Arkansas_Let none misgive we died amiss When here we strove in furious fight:Furious it was; nathless ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",And let us make merry to-night, my men.Aye, those were the days ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
STROPHE IV Though Zeus plan all things right, Yet is his heart's desire full hard to trace; ...
The maiden sat by the river side (The rippling water murmurs by),And sadly into the clear blue tide The salt ...
In rich Virginian woods,The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,—The noble ...
ll. 169-191)….It did not seem good to the Lord of heaven thatAdam should longer be alone as warden and keeper ...
Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.But I have ...
I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires ...
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood, Knowing the truth of things unseen before; Of Daphne and ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
O say, thou wild, thou oft deceived heart, What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast? After thy long, unutterable ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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