To the Queen of Hungary (Voltaire Poems)
Princess, descended from that noble raceWhich still in danger held the imperial throne,Who human nature and thy sex dost grace,Whose ...
Princess, descended from that noble raceWhich still in danger held the imperial throne,Who human nature and thy sex dost grace,Whose ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,There must be one (which, I am not sure)That I by ...
AH! why did no foreboding fear foretelThe dire misfortune which I now deplore?Why, dearest Charlotte, when I said farewell ,Did ...
There, she is there. She moves in the cold September morningit's hours yet till dawn but she knows neither light ...
No, this is January, dear, The almanac's untrue; For roaring Boreas, 'tis clear, In sleet and snow and atmosphere, Will be the monarch of ...
Returning Janus now prepares,For Bec, a new supply of cares,Sent in a bag to Dr. Swift,Who thus displays the new-year's ...
Pocula Janus amat-et Febrius, algeo clamat;- Martius arva colit-Aprilis florida prodit- Ros et flos nemorum Maio sunt fames amorum- Dat Junius foena-Julio resecatur ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
GENIUS.Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd,To give our Age the day so much desir'd.What all the minutes, houres, ...
I. Enough of Rural Things, my Muse, The lowly Shrubs and Bushes of the Field To all an equal Pleasure ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
I.Janus, did ever to thy wond'ring Eyes,So bright a Scene of Triumph rise?Did ever Greece or Rome such Laurels wear,As ...
LET courtly bards, in courtly lay,Invoke the muse on New Year's day,Prophetic, future times unfold,Or tell again the tales of ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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