A Ditty Of No Tone (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
_Piped to the Spirit of John Keats._ I. Would that my lips might pour out in thy praise A fitting melody--an air sublime,-- A ...
_Piped to the Spirit of John Keats._ I. Would that my lips might pour out in thy praise A fitting melody--an air sublime,-- A ...
Night in Seville, and the twinkle Of stars in the far azure set,The mandolin's torturing tinkle, The click of the castanet!Music and ...
Out of the poignant glare, the shadeless heatOf summer noon, beseech thee follow meInto the dim, dream-haunted secrecyThe cool, green ...
Far in the purple valleys of illusionI see her waiting, like the soul of music,With deep eyes, lovelier than cerulean ...
OH ! is it dreaming follyThat thus my mind deludes?Or listless melancholyUnbidden that intrudes?Why sinks this soul of pleasureThat once ...
THROUGH golden languors of low glimmering light,Deep eyes, o'erbrimmed with passion's sacred wine,Heart-perfumed tears--yearning towards me, shineLike stars made lovelier ...
What shall we do, my soul, to please the King?Seeing he hath no pleasure in the dance,And hath condemned the ...
If in the spirit glows no spark divine;If soulless dust return to dust again;If, after life, but death and dark ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Mean while thro' savage woods, and deserts vast, The captive with his Midian masters past. At last rich Egypt's pleasant ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
I draw a-near you in your sleeping city,Who, in mine ancient freedom,Knew neither loss nor scant;Who hunted even as he ...
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
"WHEREFORE these revels that my dull eyes greet? These dancers, dancing at my fleshless feet; The harpers, harping vainly at ...
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,And clasps the summer with a new delight,Yet wearied, leaves her languors ...
To dreamy languors and the violet mistOf early Spring, the deep sequestered valeGives first her paling-blue Miamimist,Where blithely pours the ...
On my toil-wither'd limbs sickly languors are shed,And the dark mists of death o'er my eye-lids are spread;Before my last ...
Knowing the weariness of dreams, and days, and nights,The great and grievous vanity of joy and pain;Frail loves that pass, ...
Thy soul is like a secret garden-close,Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe;Where bergamot and fumitory breathe,And ivy winds its tower ...
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