Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
To die -- without the Dying And live -- without the Life This is the hardest Miracle Propounded to Belief. ...
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer ...
At Half past Three, a single Bird Unto a silent Sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody. At ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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