Georgic 1 (Publius Vergilius Maro Poems)
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
And when two days were over, Japhet said,"Mother, so please you, get a wife for me."The mother answered, "Dost thou ...
It is upon the Sabbath-day, at rising of the sun,That to Glenmore's black forest-side a Shepherdess hath gone,From eagle and ...
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
OH torrent, roaring in thy giant fall, And thund'ring grandly o'er th' opposing blocks,Thy voice, far louder than the lion's call, Through ...
ILOVE'S DAWNStill thine eyes haunt me; in the darkness now,The dreamtime, the hushed stillness of the night,I see them shining ...
Who shall declare the secret of thy birth, Thou old companion of the circling earth? And having reached with keen poetic sight Ere ...
In troublous days of anguish and rebuke,While sadly round them Israel's children look, And their eyes fail for waiting on their ...
YES! it has come; the strange, o'ermastering hour,When buoyant hopes, and tender, tremulous fearsSway the full heart with a divided ...
Sleep that like the couched dove Broods o'er the weary eye, Dreams that with soft heavings move The heart of ...
O the world is full of woe! When will it pass away?These heavings to and fro Till the dawning of the day,Like ...
THOUGH long by fate's austere decree remov'dFrom scenes still pleasing, and from friends still lov'd,I see low shelter'd in my ...
Hail! thou eternal flood, whose restless waves Roll onward in their course, as wild and free, As if the shores ...
BRIGHT Lake of Thun! thou hast the power to woo My soul to silence with thy wavering show Of mead ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
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