Ode To Summer Clouds (George Hannibal Temple Poems)
Whence, O ye clouds! and whither do ye rove,Borne on Aeolian wings through fields aboveOf heaven's wide cerulean waste? Where ...
Whence, O ye clouds! and whither do ye rove,Borne on Aeolian wings through fields aboveOf heaven's wide cerulean waste? Where ...
ITurned from the 'eau-fortePar Jaquemart'To the strait headOf Messalina:'His true PenelopeWas Flaubert,'And his toolThe engraver's.Firmness,Not the full smile,His art, but ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers,You dauntless fledglingsWho pass by my headstone,Mock not its record of my captaincy in the ...
What hast thou seen, O wind,Of beauty or of terror,Surpassing, denied to us,That with precipitate wings,Mad and ecstatical,Thou spurnest the ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I held myself too open, I forgot that outside not just things exist and animals fully at ease in themselves, ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires; And where go forth at morn, ...
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