Success Poems (5537 Poems)
Orlando Furioso Canto 4 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTThe old Atlantes suffers fatal wreck,Foiled by the ring, and young Rogero freed,Who soars in air till he appears a speck,Mounted upon the wizard’s winged steed.Obediant to the royal Charles’s beck,He who had followed Love’s imperious lead,Rinaldo, disembarks on British … Continue reading
The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 2: Fourth Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
_Interlocutors_: SEVERINO. MINUTOLO. SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state ninereasons and special causes of their blindness, and yet they all agree inone general reason and one common enthusiasm. MIN. Begin with the first! … Continue reading
A Broadway Idyl (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning hearts-And, as souls passed beneath my feet,As weary souls passed to and froA knowledge came, so sad, yet sweet,Each inner … Continue reading
A Certain King (Lorenzo Dow Blackson Poems)
A certain King whose power is great,For his own glory did createA spacious globe, and it did placeIn what is termed the field of space. This globe by name he called the earth,Ordaining that it should give birthTo creatures formed … Continue reading
Orlando Furioso Canto 7 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTRogero, as directed by the pair,The giantess Eriphila o’erthrows.That done, he to Alcina’s labyrinth, whereMore than one knight is tied and prisoned, goes.To him Melissa sage the secret snare,And remedy for that grave evil shows.Whence he, by her advised, with … Continue reading
Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe? Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl’d smocke? Ag. What, hath Hesperus forgot to light heavens tapers up? Or be the Charret wheeles of Night o’re loaden with the … Continue reading
The Portrait (John Pierpont Poems)
Why does the eye, with greater pleasure, restOn the proud oak, in vernal honors drest,When sultry gales, that to his arms repair,Are cooled and freshened, while they linger there;Than when his fading robes are seared, and castOn the cold mercy … Continue reading
Paradise Lost : Book XII. (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed and world restored,If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;Then, with transition sweet, new speech resumes.Thus thou hast seen one world begin, … Continue reading
Paradise Lost : Book VIII. (John Milton Poems)
The Angel ended, and in Adam’s earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear;Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied.What thanks sufficient, or what recompenceEqual, have I to render thee, divineHistorian, … Continue reading
Paradise Lost : Book VII. (John Milton Poems)
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above the flight of Pegasean wing!The meaning, not the name, I call: for thouNor of the Muses nine, nor on the … Continue reading