Spring (Michael Fairless Poems)
Hark how the merry daffodils,Fling golden music to the hills!And how the hills send echoing down,Through wind-swept turf and moorland ...
Hark how the merry daffodils,Fling golden music to the hills!And how the hills send echoing down,Through wind-swept turf and moorland ...
From "A Sicilian Idyl"Weave the dance. and raise again the sacred chorus;Wreathe the garlands of the spring about the hair;Now ...
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
TO APOLLON. Bright-haired Apollon! Thou that ever art A blessing to the world! whose generous heart Aye overflows with love ...
IDemeter devastated our good land,In blackness for her daughter snatched below.Smoke-pillar or loose hillock was the sand,Where soil had been ...
TO DEMETER. I.Goddess of bounty! at whose spring-time call, When on the dewey earth thy first tones fall, And echo ...
(Erinna was a Greek poetess, a friend and pupil of Sappho of Lesbos. She died at the age of nineteen.) ...
SLOWLY, with day's dying fall,And with many a solemn sound,Slowly from the Athenian wallThe long procession wound.Five days of the ...
TWINE the wild olive, twine!And hasten, maidens, while the dayspring calls, For when the sun is highThe leaflet droops ...
I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,When early morning's banners were unfurled.From high Olympus, gazing on the world,The ancient gods ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at ...
The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed-time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass, I ...
We interrupt the work of the gods, hasty and inexperienced beings of the moment. In the palaces of Eleusis and ...
The Gods are dead: no longer do we bring To grey-eyed Pallas crowns of olive-leaves! Demeter's child no more hath ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, ...
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