Seranata (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
I sing the fortune of a luckless pair,Whose spotless souls now in one body be;For beauty still is Prodromus to ...
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
Along Ancona's hills the shimmering heat, A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow Bathes all the fields of ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair! But the boniest ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
Tanagra! think not I forget Thy beautifully-storey'd streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet In clear Thermodon, and yet greets ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
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