My Prayer (Khristo Botev Poems)
O my God, my righteous God.Not you, in heaven apart,but you, who are within me, God -within my soul and ...
O my God, my righteous God.Not you, in heaven apart,but you, who are within me, God -within my soul and ...
If ony here has got an ear,He'd better tak' a haud o' me,Or I'll begin, wi' roarin' din,To cheer our ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
Can I not have a Mistresse of my owne, But that as soone ...
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care-- When first he planned his home, What City should arise and bear The weight ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
I was a good father to my people, Their houses among the terraced hills Adored God every day, grape-clusters on ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
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