The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 1: First Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
TANSILLO, CICADA.TANS. The enthusiasms most suitable to be first brought forward andconsidered are those that I now place before you ...
TANSILLO, CICADA.TANS. The enthusiasms most suitable to be first brought forward andconsidered are those that I now place before you ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
DARK Angel, with thine aching lust To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence! Because of ...
Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one! I love thee more for that thou changest not. When Winter comes with frigid blast, Or ...
Roses upon roses Spread in sheets below, In the high blue ether Clouds that shine like snow, Lightly, brightly, softly, ...
Abide with me! Fast falls the Eventide; The darkness thickens. Lord, with me abide When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of ...
ALPHA and Omega, God alone: Eloi, My God, the Holy-One; Whose Power is Omnipotence: Whose Wisedome is Omni-science: Whose Beeing ...
Love gives every gift whereby we long to live"Love takes every gift, and nothing back doth give."Love unlocks the lips ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
1.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
THE SEA, THE SEA!It rings as loud, it rolls as free, As brightly flashes on this shore,As where the deep, ...
So thanks again; in after years That down the slope of time will range,With fading hopes and many fears, And ...
Thou art not of earth, thou beautiful thing, With thy changeless form and hue--For thou in thy heart hast ever ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots ...
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