II. LEGEND (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
THERE lived in the desert a holy man To whom a goat-footed Faun one day Paid a visit, and thus ...
THERE lived in the desert a holy man To whom a goat-footed Faun one day Paid a visit, and thus ...
THERE lived in the desert a holy man To whom a goat-footed Faun one day Paid a visit, and thus ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
Here down this very way, Here only yesterday King Faun went leaping. He sang, with careless shout Hurling his name ...
(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart, I lo'ed her meikle and lang; She's broken her vow, she's broken ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
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