To A Victor In A Game Of Pallone (Count Giacomo Leopardi Poems)
The face of glory and her pleasant voice, O fortunate youth, now recognize, And how much nobler than effeminate sloth ...
The face of glory and her pleasant voice, O fortunate youth, now recognize, And how much nobler than effeminate sloth ...
IA SWORD, whose blade has ne'er been wetWith blood, except of freedom's foes;That hope which, though its sun be set,Still ...
Know ye not when our dead From sleep to battle sprung?—When the Persian charger's tread On their cowering ...
Knockin' about (said Benny, the Tough) By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo,Oh, I was a low-brow, right enough, And a bit ...
He is known to the sun-white Majesties Who stand at the gates of dawn. He is known to the cloud-borne ...
My dust in ruined Babylon Is blown along the level plain, And songs of mine at dawn have soared Above ...
BRAVE Nelson 's successor in naval command,The first in the rank of those heroes must stand,Who are now to pass ...
Who brought at MarathonThe Persian power low?Who at AlexandriaSubued the Gallic foe?Who in George the Second 's reignWrote "Thoughts composed ...
Steady the Greeks! shouted Aeschylus."We won't let such dogs as these kill us!"Nothing he thought, could be bizarrer thanThe Persians ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon. As for the Greek theatrical tradition Which represents ...
If only we would just run forward, mile on mile, not look backward, behind us, second guessing, looking for the ...
Her name on my lips her song in my heart A marathon finished waiting for laurels A race won but ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for ...
Since Persia fell at Marathon, The yellow years have gathered fast: Long centuries have come and gone. And yet (they ...
The Ghost of Miltiades came at night, And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite, And he said, in ...
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