My Dream. (John Dunmore Lang Poems)
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
I. 1.Once more I join the Thespian choir,And taste the inspiring fount again:O parent of the Grecian lyre,Admit me to ...
I was born in Boston in1949. I never wantedthis fact to be known, infact I've spent the betterhalf of my ...
"Tandem venias precamur Nube candentes humeros amictus Augur Apollo." Lord of the golden lyre Fraught with the Dorian fire, Oh! fair-haired child of Leto, come ...
O little siren of the rose-white skin,Reared to strange music and to stranger sin,With scornful lips that move to no ...
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100, 105, 101, 102, 96, 109, 93, 94, 97, 95, and 133 combined.Raise ...
At home we pray every morning, weget down on our knees in a circle,holding hands, holding Love,and we sing hallelujah.Then ...
I saw the Lesbian Sappho bowed in light Before the sapphire altar of the sea- Song-swept, a lyre on which in threnodyTh' ...
Methinks, when first the nightingaleWas mated to thy deathless song,That Sappho with emotion pale,Amid the Olympian throng,Again, as in the ...
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?Must then her name the wretched writer ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
November: 1674Cloked in gray threadbare poverty, and blind,Age-weak, and desolate, and beloved of God;High-heartedness to long repulse resign'd,Yet bating not ...
In the veins of the calix foams and glows The blood of the mantling vine, But oh! in the bowl ...
In the veins of the calix foams and glows The blood of the mantling vine, But oh! in the bowl ...
When all my words were said, When all my songs were sung, I thought to pass amongThe unforgotten dead,A Queen ...
If ever in the sylvan shade A song immortal we have made, Come now, O lute, I pri' thee come-- ...
O Lesbian! if thy faith were mine, Then might I in that summer sea Seek for a slumber ...
If ever in the sylvan shadeA song immortal we have made,Come now, O lute, I prithee come,Inspire a song of ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Argument. To leap from the promontory of LEUCADIA was believed by the Greeks to be a remedy for hopeless love, ...
What means the mist opaque that veils these eyes; Why does yon threat'ning tempest shroud the day? Why does thy ...
To AEtna's scorching sands my Phaon flies! False Youth! can other charms attractive prove? Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions ...
I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the ...
Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir'd, when Echo, am'rous of the strain ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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