Hymn To Satan (Giosue Carducci Poems)
To you, creation'smighty principle,matter and spiritreason and senseWhilst the winesparkles in cupslike the soulin the eyeWhilst earth andsun exchangetheir smiles ...
To you, creation'smighty principle,matter and spiritreason and senseWhilst the winesparkles in cupslike the soulin the eyeWhilst earth andsun exchangetheir smiles ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
THE midnight hour was come--that solemn hourWhen they, the forms divine, whose mystic layBreathes not to mortal ear, on earth ...
A Prize PoemThe star of Bethlehem rose, and truth and lightBurst on the nations that reposed in night,And chased the ...
In a vale of light and laughter,Shining 'neath the friendly sun,Where fulfilment follow'd afterEv'ry hope or dream begun;Where an Aidenn ...
Here lived the soul enchantedBy melody of song;Here dwelt the spirit hauntedBy a demoniac throng;Here sang the lips elated;Here grief ...
The spare professor, grave and bald,Began his paper. It was called,I think, 'A Brief Historic GlanceAt Russia, Germany, and France.'A ...
Treasure-like, I found her in a fieldunder a myrtle hedge, wrapped from herthroat to her feet in a yellow robe ...
As it fortuned me for to passeThrughe straunge countres my solace to take.Whan the feldes were resplendent and couered with ...
Sword of Common Sense! -Our surest gift: the sacred chainOf man to man: firm earth for trustIn structures vowed to ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
Celestial Muse that on the blissful plainArt oft invok'd, to guide th' immortal strain;Inspir'd by thee, the first-born sons of ...
The Survival Of The Gods1 TwilightThe gods of Nature abdicateWhen man intrudes too far:The Dryad leaves her woodland state,And ...
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisp?d and sere— The leaves ...
Thou art moulded in marble impassive, False goddess, fair statue of strife,Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token ...
Upon a certayne tyme as it befellI was all pensyfe and thoughtfull in my herteFor sondry thynges whiche I knewe ...
All the moon-shed nights are over, And the days of gray and dun; There is neither may nor clover, ...
MYSTERY: lo! betwixt the sun and moon Astarte of the Syrians: Venus Queen Ere Aphrodite was. In silver sheen Her ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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