Paul Veronese: (Three Sonnets) (Sir Samuel Ferguson Poems)
IPaul, let thy faces from the canvas lookHaply less clearly than Pietro's can,Less lively than in tints of Titian,Or him ...
IPaul, let thy faces from the canvas lookHaply less clearly than Pietro's can,Less lively than in tints of Titian,Or him ...
Is it his daily toil that wringsFrom the slave's bosom that deep sigh?Is it his niggard fare that bringsThe tear ...
Now this is not a dismal song, like some I've sung of late,When I've been brooding all day long about ...
When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking,No female neighbours lift their hands And say "The brute!-he's drinking!"No ...
A long farewell to Genoa That rises to the skies,Where the barren coast of Italy Like our own coastline lies.A sad farewell ...
(BETWEEN NICE AND GENOA) Graceful Palms of Bordighiera! Bending o'er the Rivi(John Kenyon)
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
In Genoa, when the sunset gaveIts last warm purple to the wave,No sound of war, no voice of fear,Was heard, ...
She is so little-in her hand a rose;A stern duenna watches where she goes.What sees she? Ah, she knows not-the ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
LIKE star points in the ether to guide a homing SoulTowards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,Across and ...
August 26: 1346 At Crecy by Somme in Ponthieu High up on ...
When Science, trembling in the lengthened shadeOf monster superstitions, and menacedBy raving Bigotry, a dream embracedOf prosperous worlds by mortal ...
I.—VENTIMIGLIAThe sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank:Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm and free,A ...
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw meI went to Springfield. There I met a lush,Whose father just deceased left ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Trust in the Unexpected -- By this -- was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold -- As One had ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
I.--VENTIMIGLIA The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank: Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm ...
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, Whose father just ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories