Orlando Furioso canto 13 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his ...
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his ...
I.Of chance or change O let not man complain,Else shall he never never cease to wail:For, from the imperial dome, ...
Rude winter's come, the sky's o'ercast, The night is cold and loud the blast, The mingling snow comes driving down, Fast whitening o'er ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
Ov all the birds upon the wingBetween the zunny showers o' spring,-Vor all the lark, a-swingen high,Mid zing below a ...
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus,With clouds of mist,And, like the boy who lopsThe thistles' heads,Disport with oaks and mountain-peaks,Yet thou ...
Another battle! and the sounds have rolled By many a gloomy gorge and wasted plainO'er huddled hills and mountains manifold, Like winds ...
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
'Dieu dont l'arc est d'argent, dieu de Claros, ?coute; O Sminth?e-Apollon, je p?rirai sans doute, Si tu ne sers de ...
RESTORATION OF THE SUN AND MOON.Thus has Fire returned to NorthlandBut the gold Moon is not shining,Neither gleams the silver ...
WAINAMOINEN'S BOAT-BUILDING.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,For his boat was working lumber,Working long upon his vessel,On a fog-point jutting seaward,On an ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
'Ow would you like to be a packet rat,Wiv no place anyw'ere to 'ang your 'at?Wiz two bare feet most ...
I never had noticed it until'Twas gone, - the narrow copseWhere now the woodman lopsThe last of the willows with ...
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads, Disport with ...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
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