The Book of Phillip Sparrow (John Skelton Poems)
Pla ce bo, Who is there, who? Di le xi, Dame Margery; Fa, re, my, my, Wherfore and why, why? For the sowle of Philip Sparowe, That ...
Pla ce bo, Who is there, who? Di le xi, Dame Margery; Fa, re, my, my, Wherfore and why, why? For the sowle of Philip Sparowe, That ...
A sword in his right hand, a stone in his left hand,He is naked. Shod and naked. Hatted and naked.The ...
He was so tired that he was scarcely able to hear a note of the songs: he felt imprisoned in ...
My quietness has a man in it, he is transparentand he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets.He ...
To Day, as at my Glass I stood,To set my Head--cloaths, and my Hood;I saw my grizzled Locks with Dread,And ...
Qua si fa elmi.Here helms and swords are made of chalices: The blood of Christ is sold so much the quart: His ...
II am cold. Transparent Spring dressesPetropolis in verdant down.But like a medusa, the Neva's waveStirs up in me a slight ...
II am cold. Transparent Spring dressesPetropolis in verdant down.But like a medusa, the Neva's waveStirs up in me a slight ...
I PASTORISettembre, andiamo. E' tempo di migrare.Ora in terra d'Abruzzi i miei pastorilascian gli stazzi e vanno verso il mare:scendono ...
"TO PALLAS. I.Hear, blue-eyed Pallas! Eagerly we call, Entreating thee to our glad festival, Held in the sunny morning of ...
'The witches' device for the equitable distributionof the liquor consisted in the constructionof tens of thousands of stopcocks and bungswhich ...
Base is the purpose of this Epic Song,Baneful its powers: but, oh, the Poesy("What can it less when Sun-born GENIUS ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate,While Time ...
Alpe di Luni, e dove son le statue?I miei spirti d?sian perpetuarsioggi sul cielo in grandi simulacri.O antichi marmi in ...
Like a worm-fretted visage from the tomb,The moon unswathes her hollow, shrunken head,Launching such light as foulders on the deadFrom ...
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
Metastasized, transformed for terror not a single body like the head of a snake The head cut off but the ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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