Orlando Furioso Canto 4 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTThe old Atlantes suffers fatal wreck,Foiled by the ring, and young Rogero freed,Who soars in air till he appears a ...
ARGUMENTThe old Atlantes suffers fatal wreck,Foiled by the ring, and young Rogero freed,Who soars in air till he appears a ...
So the son of Menoetius was attending to the hurt of Eurypyluswithin the tent, but the Argives and Trojans still ...
(A Romance.)December 11th, 1867.The fleecy clouds had passed awayBefore the bright approach of day,And now the morning's radiance shinesUpon an ...
ANDROMEDA.Chained to the years by the measureless wrong of man,Here I hang, here I suffer, here I cry,Since the light ...
Ye, who by the couches of languishing ones, Have watched through the rising and setting of suns,-- Who, silent, behind the close ...
And since he rowed his father home,His hand has never touched an oar.All day he wanders on the shore,And hearkens ...
The sea and a crescent strip of beachShow between the service station and a deserted shackA creek drains thru the ...
Radiant notes piercing my narrow-chested room, beating down through my ceiling- smeared with unshapen belly-prints of dreams drifted out of ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withholditself but pours its abundance without selection into everynook and cranny ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting ...
Right on our flank the crimson sun went down, The deep sea rolled around in dark repose,When, like the wild ...
"And there was no more sea." Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
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