Orlando Furioso Canto 6 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTAriodantes has, a worthy meed,With his loved bride, the fief of Albany.Meantime Rogero, on the flying steed,Arrives in false Alcina's ...
ARGUMENTAriodantes has, a worthy meed,With his loved bride, the fief of Albany.Meantime Rogero, on the flying steed,Arrives in false Alcina's ...
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide In slow meanders thro' the winding vale, And fertile Cestria's pastures green divide; Deep in the bosom ...
Stanza 1From harmony, from Heav'nly harmonyThis universal frame began.When Nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her ...
IT was a cold and bitter winter night.The keen winds howled around like beasts of preySeeking for victims. A white ...
YON whey-faced brother, who delights to wearA weedy flux of ill-conditioned hair,Seems of the sort that in a crowded placeOne ...
OH come, my pretty love ! and weWill climb the dewy hill together;An acorn shall our goblet be,A rose our ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?-No? Ah, well, Brief is the glory that hero ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far ...
On such a day the shrunken streamSpends its last water and runs dry;Clouds like far turrets in a dreamStand baseless ...
TO AN OLD TREE. WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands embossEach ...
King of all the old town, gaoler, censor, too,Bane of heavy sinners doing things they shouldn't do, Terror of ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson: it will ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far from the Fort And ...
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack -- "the heart of the drive train," the ...
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