The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 1: Third Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
TANSILLO.There are several varieties of enthusiasts, which may all be reduced totwo kinds. While some only display blindness, stupidity, and ...
TANSILLO.There are several varieties of enthusiasts, which may all be reduced totwo kinds. While some only display blindness, stupidity, and ...
PART 1.A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,And the young winds fed it with silver dew,And it opened its fan-like ...
And walking nowIn his own footprints, I do follow throughHis reasonings, and with pronouncements teachThe covenant whereby all things are ...
And walking nowIn his own footprints, I do follow throughHis reasonings, and with pronouncements teachThe covenant whereby all things are ...
But mortal manWas then far hardier in the old champaign,As well he should be, since a hardier earthHad him begotten; ...
When I puff my cigarette,Straight I see a Spanish girl,-Mantilla, fan, coquettish curl,Languid airs and dimpled face,Calculating, fatal grace;Hear a ...
Oft hast thou heard it, that old true saying,'Tis like and unlike makes the happiest music.Then, gravely smiling, scorn me ...
BIRTH OF THE NINE DISEASES.Louhi, hostess of the Northland,Heard the word in Sariola,Heard the Dews with ears of envy,That Wainola ...
At times thy image to my mind returns, Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams Upon me, for an instant, ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of strawWas the cunningest parlor that ever you saw!And there could ...
ALAS! I fear I cannot longer steel My heart against the magic of thy pow'r;Unusual flutt'rings in my breast ...
Iall was in flightwild geese in the skysnow from the sky flyingrivers hastening to the seaand waves from the midseahastening ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
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