The Prologues Of Euripides (Aristophanes Poems)
_AEschylus_--And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses word by ...
_AEschylus_--And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses word by ...
AFTER A CHARITY SERMON. The rich are going to their homes, The clouds of dust arise;For rich men always ...
Les amoureux fervents et les savants aust?resAiment ?galement, dans leur m?re saison,Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,Qui ...
'Twas the night before Christmas,when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
TO ARES. I.Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near ...
TO POSEIDON. I.God of the mighty deep! wherever now The waves beneath thy brazen axles bow; Whether thy strong, proud ...
THERE was hurry and hest in Heorot nowfor hands to bedeck it, and dense was the throngof men and women ...
Through half her teens, e'en from her birth,All humour, comedy and mirth,Of fun and whim the very soul,While true good-nature ...
Fain would I linger here, as I have seenThe sun reposing on this mossy green,That well might tempt his chariot-wheels ...
Over hill and valley, flame, O king of morning, Before thee in thy glory the hoary vapours scud,Bring forth thy ...
Once more the Night, like some great dark drop-sceneEclipsing horrors for a brief entr'acte,Descends, lead-weighty. Now the space between,Fringed with ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow'r, Hope's tow'ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
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