The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part I. (John Henry Dryden Poems)
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
TANSILLO, CICADA.TANS. The enthusiasms most suitable to be first brought forward andconsidered are those that I now place before you ...
_Interlocutors_:LAODOMIA. GIULIA.LAO. Some other time, oh my sister, thou wilt hear what happened tothose nine blind men, who were at ...
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
Avarice.See Miser. Money.Hence almost ev'ry Crime, nor do we find,That any Passion of the human Mind,So oft has plung'd the ...
MORN. Down silver precipices drawn The red-wine cataracts of dawn Pour soundless torrents wide and far, Deluging each warm, floating star. A sound of winds ...
IOak, whose mossed antiquity stands leafily ashiver,Oldest oracles, each dawn, in earth's ear to deliver,Prom your whispering world of leaves, ...
THE flowers are at their Bacchanals Among the lusty green;Wild Orchis and Narcissus waltz With Marguerite for queen.Birds join in glees and ...
When the fruit trees bloom,Pink of peach and white of plum,And the pear-trees' cones of snowIn the old back orchard ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
DERE'S lighds oopon de Appian, Dey shine de road entlang; Und from ein hundert tombs dere brumms A wild Lateinisch ...
I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the ...
TO DIONUSOS. I.Where art thou, Dionusos? On the hills Of some fair land afar, where sweet wine fills The clustered ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
Between the rolling vapours The moon glides soft and bright; Across the dreary fallows She casts a mournful light. Along ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
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