Beowulf (Episode 08) (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
UNFERTH spake, the son of Ecglaf,who sat at the feet of the Scyldings' lord,unbound the battle-runes . — Beowulf's quest,sturdy ...
UNFERTH spake, the son of Ecglaf,who sat at the feet of the Scyldings' lord,unbound the battle-runes . — Beowulf's quest,sturdy ...
On yonder hills soft twilight dwells And Hesper burns where sunset dies, Moist and chill the woodland smells From the ...
On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay, Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way. I wished ...
1. When Busy Fame, o'er all the Plain Phylena's Praises rung, And on their Oaten(1) Pipes, each Swain Her Matchless ...
SHE lies raped from her bright sarcophagus,Denuded, stripped, her tomb a thoroughfare;Rome was not when she breathed, and shelies there:For ...
I NEEDS must praise the natural gifts of oneWho praises not himself, nor seeks for praise;Too unambitious for these emulous ...
Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,Because my lady is more lovely still.Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwillTo ...
I WALK alone and cry out under the stars; As one in a desert I hunger for refreshment. I have ...
What smouldering senses in death's sick delayOr seizure of malign vicissitudeCan rob this body of honour, or denudeThis soul of ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
AFTER the Sea-Ship-after the whistling winds; After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes, Below, a myriad, myriad ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
LO! the unbounded sea! On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails-an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails; ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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