By the jeweled cord (Kakinomoto no Asomi Hitomaro Poems)
By the jeweled cordOf Unebi mountain,At KashiwaraSince the Sage-king's reignHave been bornA line of gods,As the hemlock treeE'er lasting;The landThey ...
By the jeweled cordOf Unebi mountain,At KashiwaraSince the Sage-king's reignHave been bornA line of gods,As the hemlock treeE'er lasting;The landThey ...
A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars,A sky that is like a dead, kind face,Would have the ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers,The city of a thousand gates,Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers,Over ...
SO many fruits come from rosesFrom the rose of all rosesFrom the unfolded roseRose of all the world.Admit that apples ...
I was smoking a cigarette;Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey,Were singing together a blithe duet,And days it were better ...
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.Upon the white horizon Atho's peakWeltered ...
I SAW her after many years.The blue-black hair that had swept to her kneesWas dull and grey. No one would ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
Welcome to you rich Autumn days, Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind; When golden stocks are seen in fields, All ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
I shall return again; I shall return To laugh and love and watch with wonder-eyes At golden noon the forest ...
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