The Last Bison (Charles Mair Poems)
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Eight years have fled since, in the wilderness,I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-My supple, clean-limbed pony of ...
Laude, honor, prasingis, thankis infynite To the, and thi dulce ornate fresch endite, Mast reverend Virgill, of Latyne ...
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born, And, in mine infant ears,A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;—Yes! ...
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,Daughter of Elysium,Fire drunken we are ent'ringHeavenly, thy holy home!Thy enchantments bind together,What did custom stern ...
At work within his barn since very early,Fairly tired out with toiling all the day,Upon the small bed where he ...
Una sera piovosa, autunnale,Ora schivando il fango, ora una pozza.Io seguii la carrozzaChe manda al Cimitero l'Ospedale.Cimitero e Ospedal son ...
AUTUMN to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,-- So rolls the changing year, and so we ...
Millions busily toil, that the human race may continue; But by only a few is propagated our kind. Thousands ...
Tear forever the garland of Homer, and number the fathers Of the immortal work, that through all time will survive!Yet ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
(* In the original, Schwager, which has the twofold meaning of brother-in-law and postilion.) HASTEN thee, ...
THE only one whom, Lida, thou canst love, Thou claim'st, and rightly claim'st, for only thee; He too is wholly ...
(This fine poem is given by Goethe amongst a small collection of what he calls Loge (Lodge), meaning thereby Masonic ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Millions busily toil, that the human race may continue; But by only a few is propagated our kind. Thousands of ...
Tear forever the garland of Homer, and number the fathers Of the immortal work, that through all time will survive! ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
Ridonsi donne e giovani amorosi M' occostandosi attorno, e perche scrivi, Perche tu scrivi in lingua ignota e strana Verseggiando ...
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