Georgic 1 (Publius Vergilius Maro Poems)
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
Happy the Man, who void of Care and Strife, In silken or in leathern Purse retains A Splendid Shilling He nor hears ...
The lovers, in the following poem, were descended of houses that had been long at variance. The Lady is first ...
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
Old Father Pat! They'll tell you still with mingled love and prideOf stirring deeds that live and thrill the quiet ...
I saw when I looked up, on either hand, A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;A narrowing rent soon closed ...
Darkly expressive of some past Events that were soon to be revealed to her.Last night I dreamt,Whate'er it may forebode ...
NOBLE be man,Helpful and good!For that aloneDistinguisheth himFrom all the beingsUnto us known.Hail to the beings,Unknown and glorious,Whom we forebode!From ...
meimetsu noizure kanashikihotaru kanaflickering lightsof fireflies forebodetheir short lives. (Kawabata Bosha)
I.Mary, to thee the heart was givenFor infant hand to hold,And clasp thus, an eternal heaven,The great earth in its ...
It is not always to the strongVictorious battle shall belong.This found Goliath huge and tall:Mightiest giant of them all,Who in ...
I. HERSELFTo be a sweetness more desired than Spring;A bodily beauty more acceptableThan the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the ...
Little All-Aloney's feetPitter-patter in the hall,And his mother runs to meetAnd to kiss her toddling sweet,Ere perchance he fall.He is, ...
NOBLE be man, Helpful and good! For that alone Distinguisheth him From all the beings Unto us known. Hail to ...
Little All-Aloney's feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere ...
O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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