Amours De Voyage, Canto II (Arthur Hugh Clough Poems)
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
I.Mastro Spaghi era il boia--della citta' d'Urbino.Contava cinquant'anni;--era smilzo e piccino;Era calvo; il suo cranio,--da lontano, parevaUna palla di vetro.--Sul ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
Piegate per gli amanti, scongiurate il SignoreChe creo' la sventura quando creo' l'amore.. . . . . . . . ...
IThe day is o'er and twilight's shade,Is darkening forest, glen and glade;It steals within the old church door,And casts its ...
DERE'S lighds oopon de Appian, Dey shine de road entlang; Und from ein hundert tombs dere brumms A wild Lateinisch ...
My books are on their shelves againAnd clouds lie low with mist and rain.Afar the Arno murmurs lowThe tale of ...
There you have it, Art is Culture, so we're cultured head to toe,For our ads do bring us learning sealed ...
Wise was the word the wise man spake, who said,"Angelo was the only man to whom God gaveFour souls,"—the soul ...
(Dedication of Calderon's "Chrysanthus and Daria.")Pensive within the Coliseum's wallsI stood with thee, O Poet of the West!—The day when ...
He. Opinion is not worth a rush; In this altar-piece the knight, Who grips his long spear so to push ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
Picture and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an ...
That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our ...
Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover's ...
To Italy a random tour I took to crown my education, Returning relatively poor In purse yet rich in conversation. ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
A year or two, and grey Euripides, And Horace and a Lydia or so, And Euclid and the brush of ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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