The Aeneid (excerpts) (Gavin Douglas Poems)
Laude, honor, prasingis, thankis infynite To the, and thi dulce ornate fresch endite, Mast reverend Virgill, of Latyne ...
Laude, honor, prasingis, thankis infynite To the, and thi dulce ornate fresch endite, Mast reverend Virgill, of Latyne ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
Ridicula nuper cymba, sicut meus est mos, Flumineas propter salices et murmura Cami, Multa movens mecum, fumo inspirante, iacebam. Illic ...
Devyde my tymes and rate my wretched howresFrom days to months, fro months to many yeers,And than compare my sweetest ...
I. Silent as ever, stoic as of old, The scattered nomads of that dusky race Whose story ...
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn ...
I woulde it were not as it isOr that I cared not yea or no;I woulde I thoughte it not ...
An Episode in the Life of the Poet while in theMounted, Police Force in AustraliaGordon, mounted, loq.Ho ! you chap ...
Alas my hart, mine eye hath wrong?d thee,Presumptious eye, to gaze on Phillis face:Whose heavenly eye no mortall man may ...
This Consul Casement-he who heard the cry Of stricken people-and who in his fight To lift the torture load from ...
The mann whose thoughtes agaynste him do conspyre, One whom Mishapp her storye dothe depaynt,The mann of woe, the matter ...
My Phillis hath the morninge Sunne, at first to looke upon her:And Phillis hath morne-waking birds, her risinge still to ...
Prometheus when firste frome heaven hye He broughte downe fyre, 'ere then on earthe not seene,Fond of Delight, a Satyre ...
Go forthe lytell quayre with full due reuerenceUnto the prynces of beauty souerayneAnd the humbly submyt vnto her magnyfycenceRequyrynge her ...
Salvation comes by Christ alone, The only Son of God; Redemption now to every one, That love his holy Word. ...
I was Mojeska's leading man And famous parts I used to play, But now I do the best I can ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
MY first gift and my last, to you I dedicate this fascicle of songs - The only wealth I have: ...
Tenuous and Precarious Were my guardians, Precarious and Tenuous, Two Romans. My father was Hazardous, Hazardous Dear old man, Three ...
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