Eclogue V (Virgil Poems)
MENALCAS, MOPSUSMenalcas.Why, Mopsus, being both together met,You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,I to sing ditties, do we not ...
MENALCAS, MOPSUSMenalcas.Why, Mopsus, being both together met,You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,I to sing ditties, do we not ...
Phantom streams were in the distance — mocking lights of lake and pool —Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre ...
I was a Pirate once,A blustering fellow with scarlet sash,A ready cutlass and language rash;From a ship with a rum-filled ...
The warrigal's lair is pent in bare, Black rocks at the gorge's mouth;It is set in ways where Summer strays With the ...
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,When he opened up the country and the early squatters ...
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell,And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--For it's a secret and shore-'nuf ...
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves Drop loosely through the dampened air,When all our good seems bound in sheaves, And we ...
I AM a lowly grass-blade,A fair green leaf is she,Her little fluttering shadowFalls daily over me.She sits so high in ...
Who gives and hides the giving hand,Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise,Shall find his smallest gift outweighsThe burden of ...
The path from me to you that led, Untrodden long, with grass is grown,Mute carpet that his lieges spread Before the Prince ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
"At thirteen he first saw a railway trainWith all the amazing violence of the wheels,And the coughing engine, and the ...
WE walk in mysteries howsoe'er we tread, And none less awful that we see them not, Or that our solemn ...
God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men,Whose pious poetry blossoms on your gravesAs soon as you are in ...
I do not need the skies' Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven's champaign ...
Doubting Thomas and loving John, Behind the others walking on: "Tell me now, John, dare you ...
A frost came in the night and stole my worldAnd left this changeling for it - a precociousImage of spring, ...
"I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
O fan of white silk, clear as frost on the grass-blade, You also are laid aside. (Ezra Pound)
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
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