Anacreonte (Ferdinando Fontana Poems)
Fra le colonne--d'un bianco tempioSacro a Minerva,--la Dea propiziaAi savi, austera Dea,Pensieroso sedeaAnacreonte,--cantor dei fervidiBaci e degli inni--nati fra i ...
Fra le colonne--d'un bianco tempioSacro a Minerva,--la Dea propiziaAi savi, austera Dea,Pensieroso sedeaAnacreonte,--cantor dei fervidiBaci e degli inni--nati fra i ...
Come away with me, Tom,Term and talk are done;My poor lads are reaping,Busy every one.Curates mind the parish,Sweepers mind the ...
O brown brook, O blithe brook, what will you say to meIf I take off my heavy shoon and wade ...
I should have known, when I undid his chain,That darkness had been busy at his brainAs at an anvil, sharpening ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
Su le Lame di Fuore,nel salso strame,nelle brune giuncaie,nell'erbe gialle,oziano a branchile saure e baiecavalledi San Rossore.Altre su i banchidi ...
I stand aloft on the balcony, The starlings around me crying, And let like maenad my hair stream free ...
My father is a peaceful man;He tries in every way he canTo live a life of gentlenessAnd patience all the ...
MY father is a peaceful man, He tries in every way he can To live a life of gentleness And ...
When my trail stretches out to the edge of the skyThrough the desert so empty and bright,When I'm watchin' the ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
For the sake of him who showed One wise Frog the Jungle-Road, Keep the Law the Man-Pack make For thy ...
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
THE CHILD Margaret begins to write numbers on a Saturday morning, the first numbers formed under her wishing child fingers. ...
STROLLING along By the teeming docks, I watch the ships put out. Black ships that heave and lunge And move ...
This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with steady force, Maintains its balance on most ...
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