The Eel Pie (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces, The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met Embarked upon a twig today And till Dominion set I famish ...
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart -- That knows -- and does not know -- And tosses like a Fleet of ...
Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin -- And if it be not me ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace Sends up my soul to seek thy face. Thy blessed eyes breed ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free! If any star shed peace, 'tis thou, That ...
1 Star that bringest home the bee, 2 And sett'st the weary labourer free! 3 If any star shed peace, ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
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