From Love to Friendship (Voltaire Poems)
If you would have me love once more,The blissful age of love restore;From wine's free joys, and lovers' cares,Relentless time, ...
If you would have me love once more,The blissful age of love restore;From wine's free joys, and lovers' cares,Relentless time, ...
Were thine heart a little compassionate, how good it would be!Were a little of thy love bestowed upon me" how ...
Give me a harsh land to wring music from,brown hills, and dust, with dead grassstraw to my bricks.Give me words ...
Than these November skiesIs no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep;Into their grey the subtle spiesOf colour creep,Changing that high ...
That son of Italy who tried to blow,Ere Dante came, the trump of sacred song,In his light youth amid a festal throngSate with ...
No fawn-tinged hospital pajamas could cheat him of his austerity,Which tamed even the doctors with its pure fire.They examined him ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
HAIL! Melancholy! sable queen,With aspect awfully serene;Of silent Solitude the birth,Foe to giddy senseless Mirth;With raven plumes thy brows are ...
Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire, Have these white monks been brought into the way of ...
What splendour of imperial station man,The Tree of Life, may reach when, rooted fast,His branching stem points way to upper ...
Now with wan ray that other sun of Song Sets in the bleakening waters of my soul:One step, and lo! ...
Next To Everest Highest Of MountainsO white priest of Eternity, aroundWhose lofty summit veiling clouds ariseOf the earth's immemorial sacrificeTo ...
What ancestors uniteHere in this red and whiteKelpie to defineHis symmetry of line,As crouched in burning dustHe halts both Time ...
AFTER the song the love, and after the love the play,Flute girl and pretty boy blowingBubbles of sparklingWine into darklingBeards ...
O BELLS that rang, O bells that sang Above the martyrs' wilderness, Till from that reddened coast-line sprang The Gospel ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Words go on travelling from voice to voice while the phones are still and the wires hum in the cold. ...
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