Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
Since quite a boy Hal Gradient had beenNoted for ingenuity--betweenThe hours when not on active duty heImmersed in some new ...
The following extract from the Mahabharata was published by Bopp, with a German translation, (the promised Latin version has not yet reached ...
The plaint and the advice of Dives hear,From hell's hot furnace, and outrageous flame,To his five brethren, and his kinsfolk ...
1. E. LarionovaE. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel'sand a typist's daughter. Lookedat you like someone studying a clockface.She tried to help ...
Thou God of mercy! consolation's Sire!Thou author of my health, my chief delight!Hear an afflicted sinner's warm desire,Who begs for ...
It was just a very Merry fairy dream!--All the woods were airy With the gloom and gleam;Crickets in the clover Clattered clear and ...
And when the Shaman was about to go forth with Anhelli under the stars,having comforted some of the prisoners,he heard ...
Plain-path'd Experience, th'unlearned's guide,Her simple followers evidently showsSometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide,Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knows.In making trial ...
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily. The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, having leisure, said aloud, For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear: "Well, Mr. Flood, we have the harvest moon Again, and we may not have many more; The bird is on the wing, the poet says, And you and I have said it here before. Drink to the bird." He raised up to the light The jug that he had gone so far to fill, And answered huskily: "Well, Mr. Flood, Since you propose it, I believe I will." Alone, as if enduring to the end A valiant armor of scarred hopes outworn, He stood there in the middle of the road Like Roland's ghost winding a silent horn. Below him, in the town among the trees, Where friends of other days had honored him, A phantom salutation of the dead Rang thinly till old Eben's eyes were dim. Then, as a mother lays her sleeping child Down tenderly, fearing it may awake, He set the jug down slowly at his feet With trembling care, knowing that most things break; And only when assured that on firm earth It stood, as the uncertain lives of men Assuredly did not, he paced away, And with his hand extended paused again: "Well, Mr. Flood, we have not met like this In a long time; and many a change has come To both of us, I fear, since last it was We had a drop together. Welcome home!" Convivially returning with himself, Again he raised the jug up to the light; And with an acquiescent quaver said: "Well, Mr. Flood, if you insist, I might. "Only a very little, Mr. Flood — For auld lang syne. No more, sir; that will do." So, for the time, apparently it did, And Eben evidently thought so too; For soon amid the silver loneliness Of night he lifted up his voice and sang, Secure, with only two moons listening, Until the whole harmonious landscape rang — "For auld lang syne." The weary throat gave out, The last word wavered; and the song being done, He raised again the jug regretfully And shook his head, and was again alone. There was not much that was ahead of him, And there was nothing in the town below — Where strangers would have shut the many doors That many friends had opened long ago.(Edwin Arlington Robinson)
THUS Tapistry of old, the Walls adorn'd, Ere noblest Dames the artful Shuttle scorn'd: Arachne, then, with Pallas did contest, ...
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
THERE was a lion in JudahWhich whelped, and was Mark.But winged.A lion with wings.At least at Venice.Even as late as ...
_Amimitl icuic._ 1. Cotiuana, cotiuana, cali totoch maca huiya yyalimanico,oquixanimanico, tlacochcalico, oua, yya yya, matonicaya, matonicalico,oua yya yo, cana, cana, ...
Since Galatea came in, and Tuscanism gan usurp,Vanity above all: villainy next her, stateliness EmpressNo man but minion, stout, lout, ...
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
Plain-path'd Experience, th'unlearned's guide, Her simple followers evidently shows Sometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide, Nor yet wise Reason absolutely ...
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That ...
It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up ...
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