Old Age (Elizabeth Oakes Smith Poems)
Thy mission is accomplished- painter- sage,Look to thy crown of glory- for thy browIs circled with its radiant halo now.No ...
Thy mission is accomplished- painter- sage,Look to thy crown of glory- for thy browIs circled with its radiant halo now.No ...
THE EXQUISITE painter Ko-tsu was often reproached by an industrious friend for his fits of idleness. At last he excused ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
Father is quite the greatest poet That ever lived anywhere. You say you're going to write great music- I chose ...
The painter a master artistry sublime each one different though the same A palette of autumn dabbed on each leaves ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
The sinful painter drapes his goddess warm, Because she still is naked, being drest; The godlike sculptor will not so ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
Dry timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I ...
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse, Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind, Nor ...
Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night, How sleekest Jett yields to the di'monds light, So farr the glory ...
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes, In color black why wrapp'd she beams so bright? Would she in ...
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes, In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright? Would she in ...
If on isle of the sea I have to tarry, With one book, let it be A Dictionary. For though ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
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