hometown (Masaoka Shiki Poems)
hometown -festivals are overflavorful persimmons(Masaoka Shiki)
hometown -festivals are overflavorful persimmons(Masaoka Shiki)
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
KNOW this : that through all time past Love hasbeenSo sweet that none could perish and not liveForthwith again.Ere Persia ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
In Vision are the centuries rolled back; The dead Past lives again. I breathe the air Of the young world; ...
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
I saw the worthless and the vile,By Pleasure's light surrounded,And wond'ringly I mark'd the while,Their joy and bliss unbounded. For ...
It was a spot so quiet that the stream Was in itself a silence, and the wood Slept as if ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;-- Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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