WEDDING SONG. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
To the tune "Courtyard Filled with Fragrance" Fragrant grass beside the pond green shade over the hall a clear cold ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
When I taught Ida how to ride a Bicycle that night, I ran beside her, just to guide her Erring ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
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