Lesbia’s Sparrow (Gaius Valerius Catullus Poems)
All you Loves and Cupids cryand all you men of feelingmy girl's sparrow is dead,my girl's beloved sparrow.She loved him ...
All you Loves and Cupids cryand all you men of feelingmy girl's sparrow is dead,my girl's beloved sparrow.She loved him ...
O share with us, bird in the tree,The fruit you are taking alone!"You're welcome to half,"He chirped with a laugh,—And ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
I STILL remember how she moved Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved, (When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes, ...
A little bird sat on the edge of her nest;Her yellow-beaks slept as sound as tops;Day-long she had worked almost ...
A.Alas! You were great and glorious like a palace, And I, from the white tops of your roofs, With the ...
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
The stage was set, the house was packed,The famous troop began;Our laughter thundered, act by act;Time light as sunbeams ran.Dance ...
Mourn, O you Loves and Cupidsand such of you as love beauty:my girl's sparrow is dead,sparrow, the girl's delight,whom she ...
The sunset shouted the other night the glory of God the lilies of the valley whispered this morning the glory ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
The humble garret where I dwell Is in that Quarter called the Latin; It isn't spacious -- truth to tell, ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped - ...
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled turf that lies ...
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