The Destruction Of Troy (John Denham Poems)
AN ESSAY ON THE SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS,THE ARGUMENT.The first book speaks of Aeneas's voyage by sea, and how, ...
AN ESSAY ON THE SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS,THE ARGUMENT.The first book speaks of Aeneas's voyage by sea, and how, ...
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth ...
The lull of the Winter is over; and Spring Comes back, as delicious and buoyant a thing, As airy, and fairy, and ...
On the holy mount of Ida,Where the pine and cypress grow,Sate a young and lovely woman,Weeping ever, weeping low.Drearily throughout ...
Wherever I travel Greece wounds me.On Pelion among the chestnut trees the Centaur's shirtslipped through the leaves to fold around ...
Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains, Etain, Helen, Maeve, and Fand, Golden ...
In Bourgueil Gardens more than one of yoreEngraved loved names on bark with heavy stroke,And many a heart 'neath Louvre's ...
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies For more adornment a full thousand years;She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes, And shap'd ...
You ask me, my heavenly Maid !Why my fancy is thus prone to wander, Why the vows that to you once ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
. Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From ...
CASSANDRA Phoebus Apollo! CHORUS Hark! The lips at last unlocking. ...
ICaptive on a foreign shore,Far from Ilion's hoary wave,Agamemnon's bridal slaveSpeaks Futurity no more:Death is busy with her grave. ...
IREND, rend thine hair, Cassandra: he will go.Yea, rend thy garments, wring thine hands, and cryFrom Troy still towered to ...
IN ANSWER TO A QUESTION IN THE GREEK GRAMMARThey speak of never-withering shades,And bowers of opening joy;They promise mines of ...
The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers Hooked in the stones of the wall, The storm-wrack ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
We will not like those men our offerings pay Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day. We ...
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