Journey Into Night (Henrikas Nagys Poems)
The foreigner placed his hand on your shoulder,late one cool evening, in a tavern of the old harbortown.Yellow sand flowed ...
The foreigner placed his hand on your shoulder,late one cool evening, in a tavern of the old harbortown.Yellow sand flowed ...
Wind, just arisen -(Off what cool mattress of marsh-mossIn tented boughs leaf-drawn before the stars,Or niche of cliff under the ...
Crispy air and azure skies,High above, a white cloud flies,Bright as newly fallen snow.Oh the joy to those who know ...
COME , SESTOS and ABYDOS , aid my song;To you these elegiac strains belong.Your griefs with mine, ye wretched cities, ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts Excited the spleen of the Birds and the Beasts: For their mirth ...
There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the Ӕgean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony, The ...
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune, And lover's lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting ...
ON SEEING IT ENTANGLED ON THE TABLE OF A NEGLIGENT FEMALE. ON Celia's toilet, spread with trinkets gay,A skein of ...
" Behold the mansion swift upreared for Jack: See the malt stored in many an ample sack. Mark how the ...
I walk the old frequented ways That wind around the tangled braes, I live again ...
Ah tell me why you turn and fly, My little Thracian filly shy? Why ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She wooes the tardy Spring: ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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