The Muses Threnodie: Fourth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
The wind has arrived with the winter seasonIn the absence of lover the God of love pesters the beloved The ...
CARMEN AMOEBAEUM IHorace: Book III, Ode 9."Donec gratus eram tibi--"HORACEWhen I was your stiddy, my loveliest Lyddy, ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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