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 ...
_Interlocutors_:SEVERINO. MINUTOLO.SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state ninereasons and special causes of their ...
An' wanst we were restin' a bit in the sun on the smooth hillside, Where the grass felt warm to your ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame ...
Achilles came from Homer's Jove-like brain, Pavilioned 'mid his ships where Thetis trod; But he whose image dominates this plain Came from the ...
Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,Had kept a ...
The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear-Because he is old and feeble, ...
There's nothing like a ship at sea with all her sails full-spreadAnd the ocean thundering backward 'neath her mounting figureheadAnd ...
CLOVE-SPICY pinks and phlox that fill the senseWith drowsy indolence;And in the evening skiesInterior splendor, pregnant with surprise,As if in ...
Mother wept, and father sigh'd; With delight a-glow Cried the lad, "To-morrow," cried, "To the pit I go." Up and ...
The lonely cuckoo callsWith a long hollow sound among the rocksOf sun-touched sandstone, and the echo fallsBetween the straight red ...
Mother, when we meet upon that shore, Where I too ...
JUST a whisper, half-heard, But our heart knows the word; Caresses that seem Like love's lips in a dream; ...
IF that sad creed which honest men and true Are flouting in the cheerful face of Day, Are teaching in ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
It's mighty lonesome-like and drear. Above the Wild the moon rides high, And shows up sharp and needle-clear The emptiness ...
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