Orlando Furioso canto 13 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his ...
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his ...
ARGUMENTRogero, as directed by the pair,The giantess Eriphila o'erthrows.That done, he to Alcina's labyrinth, whereMore than one knight is tied ...
CALL to mind your loveliest dream,--When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream,When your pillow is made of the ...
I.St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
Down the dim West slow fails the stricken sun,And from his hot face fades the crimson flushVeiled in death's herald-shadows ...
Provence, where love and rhymeSweetened one throb of time;Provence, whose voice is dead,Whose rose-tree vanish(Maurice Thompson)
The day is closing dark and cold,With roaring blast and sleety showers;And through the dusk the lilacs wearThe bloom of ...
She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,And, tired out with too much happiness,She fain would have him ...
I eagerly inhale the breezeFrom thee, sweet Provence, blowing;And all that's thine delights me so,Such pleasant thoughts bestowing,That if thy ...
A LA FRANCE France! ? belle contr?e, ? terre g?n?reuse, Que les dieux complaisants formaient pour ?tre heureuse, Tu ne ...
How shall a generation know its storyIf it will know no other? When, amongThe scoffers at the Institute, PasteurHeard one ...
To Andrew LytleParis, November 1929Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have ...
Mr. PresidentI'm writing you a letterthat perhaps you will readIf you have the time. I've just receivedmy call-up papersto leave ...
I like a 'cavalier Frances'And a Catalonian dame;The courtesy of the Genoese,And Castilian dignity;The Provence songs my ears to please,And ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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