Tomorrow (Lope de Vega Poems)
Lord, what am I, that with unceasing careThou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st waitWet with unhealthy dews before ...
Lord, what am I, that with unceasing careThou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st waitWet with unhealthy dews before ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
FROM 'DIE HEIMKEHR'IIs your hate, then, of such measure?Do you, truly, so detest me?Through all the world will I complainOf ...
Upon the city called the Friends'The light of waking springFell vivid as the shadow thrownFar from the gleaming wingOf a ...
Oshagan's most sacred tomb, Land of genius, from where today, A magnificent history Of fifteen tempestuous centuries, Freely moves toward ...
O Socrat?s plains de philosophie,Seneque en meurs, Auglius en pratique,Ovides grans en ta po?trie,Bri?s en parler, saiges en rethorique . ...
When Phoebus, and the Nine harmonious Maids, Of old assembled in the Thespian Shades; What Theme, they cry'd, what high ...
MY DEAR LADY GRANVILLE,-- THE reluctance which must naturally be felt by any one in venturing to give to the ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
And we shall not get excited. Because a translator May not get excited. Calmly, we shall pass on Words from ...
Eamer o' Keefe with your tinge of brogue And Irish warmth, Daisy and Debjani With your karma and cool verse, ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
A flower - shrivelled, bare of fragrance, Forgotten on a page - I see, And instantly my soul awakens, Filled ...
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
I loved you, and I probably still do, And for a while the feeling may remain... But let my love ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... Still I remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
I love you - though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy - Yet to this shameless, ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories