Alexandreis. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
We knew thee of old, Oh divinely restored, By the light of thine eyes And the light of they Sword. ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
The river brought down dead horses, dead men and military debris, indicative of war or official acts upstream, but it ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
Valiant are you who fought and fell gloriously; fearless of those who were everywhere victorious. Blameless, even if Diaeos and ...
"Alexander son of Philip, and the Greeks except the Lacedaemonians--" We can very well imagine that they were utterly indifferent ...
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language after so many centuries of mingling with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners. The only ...
I love the church: its labara, its silver vessels, its candleholders, the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go ...
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he? He should have been a girl, For aught that ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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