The Little Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
Churchill is dead! and in that Word is lostThe bravest Leader of the bravest Host;A veteran Chief, that in the ...
For the Sovereignty of the Island of Barbados.WHERE high Olympus lifts his head in clouds,And his majestic form in darkness ...
You, who the sweets of rural life have known,Despise the ungrateful hurry of the town;In Windsor groves your easy hours ...
PREFACE.My early mistress, now my ancient Muse,That strong Circaean liquor cease t'infuse,Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my youth,Now stoop with disenchanted ...
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must singSuccessive conquests and a glorious King;Must of a man immortal vainly boast,And ...
Fast by the banks of Cam was Colin bred,(Ye Nymphs, for every guard that sacred stream)To Wimple's woody shade his ...
NOVEMBER 3, 1864O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confessThis life that men so honor, love, and blessHas filled thine olden measure. Not ...
I.Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder's hill,Once more i seek, a languid guest:With throbbing temples and with burden'd breastOnce more i ...
Maecenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade,Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd.What felt those poets but you feel the ...
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descriedMy Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.To vomit gall in ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
Tentanda via est, etc. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age ...
With the Straw CarrierFlush with the pond the lurid furnace burned At eve, while smoke and vapor filled the yard; ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o'er what poets sung, and shepherds play'd. What felt those poets but you ...
Her dead lady's joy and comfort, Who departed this life The last day of March, 1727: To the great joy ...
When in from Delos came the gold That held the dream of Pericles, When first Athenian ears were told The ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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