Alexis And Dora (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poems)
FARTHER and farther away, alas! at each moment the vesselHastens, as onward it glides, cleaving the foam-cover'd flood!Long is the ...
FARTHER and farther away, alas! at each moment the vesselHastens, as onward it glides, cleaving the foam-cover'd flood!Long is the ...
From that lone lake the sweetest of the chainThat links the mountain to the mighty main,Fresh from the rock and ...
UNDER the great hill sloping bareTo cove and meadow and Common lot,In his council chamber and oaken chair,Sat the worshipful ...
I DREW it from its china tomb;- It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume That ...
One man we claim of wrought reknown Which not the North shall care to slur;A Modern lived who sleeps in death, Calm ...
FRIENDS of the Muse, to you of right belongThe first staid footsteps of my square-toed song;Full well I know the ...
WHERE, girt with orchard and with olive-yard, The white hill-fortress glimmers on the hill, Day after day an ancient goldsmith's ...
Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage; Once happiest village of the plain, Place now you look for it in vain; There ...
The wassail had reached its stormy height, The feast was over in hall, When there came and stood at the ...
The woefull lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime king Edward IV. his concubine. To the tune ...
"Just as day began to dawnGilgamesh addressed his friend, saying: ""Enkidu, your mother, the gazelle, and your father, ...
Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser's son Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and ...
In deep dejection, but with affection,I often think of those pleasant times,In the days of Fraser, ere I touched a ...
DIAMONDS wouldn't tell yer all I really think of you, The costliest gift the goldsmith makes I'm sure would never ...
ONE law there is: no deed performTo others that to thee were harm;And this is all, all laws besideWith circumstances ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend! Here lie the loving ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke In Grattan's house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with ...
Chief in thy generation born of men, Whom English praise acclaimed as English-born, With eyes that matched the worldwide eyes ...
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