Hymn. To Light (Abraham Cowley Poems)
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus ? longs flots Partout aille ? la ronde ?veiller les bons mots. Reine de ...
FRAGMENT I Ah! tremble que ton ?me ? la sienne livr?e Ne s'en puisse arracher sans ?tre d?chir?e. M?me au ...
I love the stony pastureThat no one else will have.The old gray rocks so friendly seem,So durable and brave.In tranquil ...
Roland is dead, Cuchulain's crest is low,The battered war-rear wastes and turns to rust,And Helen's eyes and Iseult's lips are ...
The poplars are fell'd: farewell to the shade,And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade;The winds play no longer and ...
The piano and my writing-desk are covered with a pall And charwomen and chimney-sweeps foregather in the hall; But the ...
I fling the past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have ...
Trusty as the stars Who quit their shining working Prompt as when I lit them In Genesis' new house, Durable ...
(Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago, When the great oleanders were in flower In the broad ...
Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not ...
Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted, I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As shining chestnuts ...
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