The Cradle (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road,Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode;Small sums were charged; few guests the ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road,Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode;Small sums were charged; few guests the ...
Death went upon a solemn dayAt Pluto's hall his court to pay;The phantom having humbly kiss'dHis grisly monarch's sooty fist,Presented ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret,Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I lingerKnown familiarly as 'King's.'And the ghosts ...
On a very round plate of real porcelainan apple posesface to face with ita painter of realityvainly tries to paintthe ...
So maudlin, with pity and pathos I stoodIf someone who erred got the lashes;If hanged, I'd weep over the ashes.With ...
This wearisome and this distressing sleep That we call life, O how dost thou support, My Pepoli? With what hopes ...
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
NOW seated secure round this bright cheery fire,A ditty from me why so earnest require?A tale full of horrors, you ...
MANY at morning, as men have told me,warriors gathered the gift-hall round,folk-leaders faring from far and near,o'er wide-stretch ed ways, ...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings,By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's."And ...
To paint this scene Elysian needs Words that in human speech are not : Suffice it that I here record ...
The loud, apt epithet, applying sure;The dim-drawn image, artfully obscure;The perfect stanza, framed of words as choiceAnd round as pearls, ...
LIIII am already entered on the way Too far to live beyond thy presence now. Once, like a bird upon ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
So the sermon had a hook, so to speak; no, she hadn't said the sky was green. She said she ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain; One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane: They were both ...
Is the spider a monster in miniature? His web is a cruel stair, to be sure, Designed artfully, cunningly placed, ...
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