Tasso Dying (Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov Poems)
What festival is ancient Rome preparing? Where flow the crowds in noisy waves?Why these aromas, myrrh's sweet smoke And censers all around ...
What festival is ancient Rome preparing? Where flow the crowds in noisy waves?Why these aromas, myrrh's sweet smoke And censers all around ...
I recall that man and not two centurieshave passed since I saw him,he went neither by horse nor by carriage:purely ...
I HEAR men laud the coming Exhibition, I read its promise in the printed page,And thence I learn that its pacific ...
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
December 17, l807 - September 7, 1892THOU, too, hast left us. While with heads bowed low,And sorrowing hearts, we mourned ...
I STOOD On Sarum's treeless plain,The waste that careless Nature owns;Lone tenants of her bleak domain,Loomed huge and gray the ...
It is true, that even in the best-run stateSuch things will happen; it is true,What's done is done. The law, ...
Stay, ship from Thames with fettered sailsin Sydney Cove, this ebb of tide;your gear untangled from the gales,imprisoned at your ...
I didn't win light in a windfall,nor by deed of a father's will.I hewed my light from granite.I quarried my ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
We never meet them in our paths,They never cross our ways,God's angels are not now on earth,As in the olden ...
IThe incognizable kings of Night, within their unrevealed abyssHave built them a metropolis against the kingdoms of the light.Its mountain-passing ...
Written in the prison Infirmary, February, 1850. To a quiet land I'm steering; Steering ever, day and night;A sailor-wreck ...
Who were the builders of Great Zimbabwe?No man knows . . .Who were thoseThat quarried, chiseled, hewed,Laid stone on stone,Till ...
Ye lords of golden argosies! And Prelate, prince, and peer;And members all of Parliament, In rich St. Stephens, ...
Wise was the word the wise man spake, who said,"Angelo was the only man to whom God gaveFour souls,"—the soul ...
So careful of the type? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She ...
AUSTRALIA'S Wealth? Has she not mines of gold,Tin, copper, iron; silver, gems untold?Coal, whose dark lustre makes our dwellings bright,The ...
Draw the blanket of oceanOver the frozen face.He lies, his eyes quarried by glittering fish,Staring through the green freezing sea-glassAt ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
Bring down the moon for genteel Janet; She's too refined for this gross planet. She wears garments and you wear ...
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