The Song Of The Nine Singers (Giordano Bruno Poems)
O cliffs and rocks! O thorny woods! O shore! O hills and dales! O valleys, ...
O cliffs and rocks! O thorny woods! O shore! O hills and dales! O valleys, ...
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 ...
The Autumn pines and fades Upon the withered trees; And over there, a choked despair, You hear the moaning breeze. The violets are dead; Dead ...
By the burnished laurel line Glimmering flows the singing stream; Oily eddies crease and shine O'er white pebbles, white as cream. Richest roses bud ...
A sweet high treble threads its silvery song,Voice of the restless aspen, fine and thinIt trills its pure soprano, light ...
(Kamo-no-Chomei, born at Kamo 1154, died at Toyama on Mount Hino, 24th June 1216) Swirl sleeping in the waterfall! On ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea—The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough ...
WITH oaken staff and swinging lantern bright, He strolls at midnight when the world is still Through dismal lanes and ...
How dimly through these window panes The struggling light intrudes! What solemn silence broodsIn this old ...
Night in her dark array Steals o'er the ocean, And with departed day Hushed seems its motion. ...
The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Bind me -- I still can sing -- Banish -- my mandolin Strikes true within -- Slay -- and my ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers will break footing, ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from ...
The Porch was blazoned with geranium bloom; Myrtle and jasmine meadows lit the lea; With rose and violet the vale's ...
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
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