MAHOMET’S SONG. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
[This song was intended to be introduced in a dramatic poem entitled Mahomet, the plan of which was not carried ...
[This song was intended to be introduced in a dramatic poem entitled Mahomet, the plan of which was not carried ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn Upon a ...
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May -- It rises train by train -- Then sleeps ...
i There was a man and a woman Who sinned. Then did the man heap the punishment All upon the ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Little maidens, when you look On this little story-book, Reading with attentive eye Its enticing history, Never think that hours ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where ...
I DO confess thou art sae fair, I was been o'er the lugs in luve, Had I na found the ...
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the vale; The primroses blow ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
I DREAM'D I lay where flowers were springing Gaily in the sunny beam; List'ning to the wild birds singing, By ...
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