Beowulf (Episode 14) (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
HROTHGAR spake, — to the hall he went,stood by the steps, the steep roof saw,garnished with gold, and Grendel's hand: ...
HROTHGAR spake, — to the hall he went,stood by the steps, the steep roof saw,garnished with gold, and Grendel's hand: ...
(From the French of Charles Baudelaire)Remember now, my Love, what piteous thingWe saw on a summer's gracious day:By the roadside ...
Throned like an empress on the south-most height, Keen, clear and brave, her eyes gaze northward farTo where, still ...
Command of me, my Lady and my queen, All thy good pleasure, as I were thy slave, Which I shall ...
Nature, in thy largess, grantI may be thy confidant!Taste who will life's roadside cheer(Though my heart doth hold it dear ...
Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love; A mendicant, that with imploring eye And outstretched hand asks of ...
Founts of tears, and rivers of sadness,Streams of grief, seas full bitter again,Surround me still, drowning in deep painMy poor ...
Oooh, what was he thinkin? Tellin the womenfolk to be quiet, demur, deferring to their husbands... Not on this watch, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon's fragrant air: Sweet is the ...
I have a tiny piney wood; my trees are only fifty, Yet give me shade and solitude For they are ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pines between ...
The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and me. ...
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