The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;—A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below;It seems a prudent woman he had wed,With beauty that ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;—A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below;It seems a prudent woman he had wed,With beauty that ...
ANDROMEDA.Chained to the years by the measureless wrong of man,Here I hang, here I suffer, here I cry,Since the light ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail,The rampart most secure is not the VEIL;A husband better will the FAIR ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at easeBoth names and titles, freely as they please.It costs them scarcely any thing, ...
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
Late in March, when the days are growing longer And sight of early green Tells of the coming spring and suns grow ...
Nature's confectioner, the bee(Whose suckets are moist alchemy,The still of his refining moldMinting the garden into gold),Having rifled all the ...
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawnDispatches me as though I dropped down the knellOf a spent day - to ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
I Gloom! An October like November; August a hundred thousand hours, And all September, A hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,And ...
"I. Is this as it should be? Wolf of Stomach! Wealth is fed; Riches miss no daily bread. Tooth of ...
The honey-bee that wanders all day long, The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
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