A Lament For Adonis (Sappho Poems)
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!Ah, what shall we do?O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,The greenwood ...
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!Ah, what shall we do?O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,The greenwood ...
IN MEMORIAMSoul of a soldier in a poet's frame, Heart of a hero in a body frail; Thine was the courage clear ...
OH, sing, thou happy heart!Thy world is all in bloom.Sing, through the grateful tears that startAt Jesus' opening tomb!Sing! even ...
Farewell my darling, fare thee well, Life hence has only dearth;With thee it were too sweet a dream-- Too much Heaven, for ...
O to be with thee sinking to thy rest,Thy journey done;The world thou leavest blessing thee and blest,O setting sun;The ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.When the marriage was completed,When the many guests had feasted,At the wedding of the Northland,At the Dismal-land carousal,Spake ...
Courage was cast about her like a dressOf solemn comeliness,A gathered mind and an untroubled faceDid give her dangers grace. ...
I have travelled in many countries, hard to travel in,And got no result;Giving up pride of birth and position,I have ...
Approaching now the end of his abode On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once, Of his hard fate, but now quite ...
WHERE IS SEEN A YOUNG MAIDEN, DEAD, IN THE ACT OF DEPARTING,TAKING LEAVE OF HER FAMILY. Where goest thou? Who ...
POET of the Pulpit, whose full-chorded lyre Startles the churches from their slumbers late, Discoursing music, mixed with lofty ire ...
Little lady of my heart !Just a little longer,Love me: we will pass and part,Ere this love grow stronger.I have ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
[Goethe says of this ode, that it is the only one remaining out of several strange hymns and dithyrambs composed ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and ...
Beautiful Sun! with thy golden rays, To God, the wise Creator, be all praise; For thou nourisheth all the creation, ...
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