From Piccadilly In August (John Freeman Poems)
Now the trees rest: the moon has taught them sleep,Like drowsy wings of bats are all their leaves,Clinging together. Girls ...
Now the trees rest: the moon has taught them sleep,Like drowsy wings of bats are all their leaves,Clinging together. Girls ...
My books are on their shelves againAnd clouds lie low with mist and rain.Afar the Arno murmurs lowThe tale of ...
(_Venetian_) My gondola is a black sea-swan, And glides beneath the moon. Dark palaces beside me pass, Like visions ...
(AD ALBERTO BARBAVARA)Tu sogni una condotta, un bel villaggio,Dall'esil campanile, a mezza china.Che si imporpori al raggioDel sol, quando declina,Come ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
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