The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 2: Third Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
_Interlocutors_:LIBERIO. LAODONIO.LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast findinghis mind free from other thoughts, it happened that ...
_Interlocutors_:LIBERIO. LAODONIO.LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast findinghis mind free from other thoughts, it happened that ...
IOf men, nay beasts; worse, monsters; worst of all,Incarnate fiends, English Italianate;Of priests, O no! mass-priests, priests-cannibal,Who make their Maker, ...
XLVIThree times he strove to view Heaven's golden ray,And raised him on his feeble elbow thrice,And thrice he tumbled on ...
IKing of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
Would my good Lady love me best, And work after my will,I should ane garment goodliest Gar mak' her body till.Of high ...
O HAPPY dames! that may embraceThe fruit of your delight,Help to bewail the woful caseAnd eke the heavy plightOf me, ...
My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain, The fruitful ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous ...
O raging seas, and Mighty Neptune's reign,In monstrous hills that throwest thyself so high,That with thy floods dost beat the ...
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the ...
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