On Opening An Old School Volume Of Horace (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I HAD forgot how, in my dayThe Sabine fields around me layIn amaranth and asphodel,With many a cold Bandusian wellBright-bubbling ...
I HAD forgot how, in my dayThe Sabine fields around me layIn amaranth and asphodel,With many a cold Bandusian wellBright-bubbling ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
AMONG the crowd, one, with a gayer face Than most, came swaggering; the Sabine Bard, The Roman Priest of Song, ...
Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask Of wine solicits your attention;And roses fair, to deck your hair, And things too ...
(HORACE'S ODES, III, I)I hate the common, vulgar herd! Away they scamper when I "booh" 'em!But pretty girls and nice ...
Come, dear old friend, and with us twain To calm Digentian groves repair;The turtle coos his sweet refrain And posies ...
The day is done; and, lo! the shades Melt 'neath Diana's mellow grace.Hark, how those deep, designing maids Feign terror ...
Three windows cheerfully poured in the light: One from the east, where o'er the Sabine hills The sun ...
. . . . . . . . . This only ...
… This only grant me: that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high. ...
Fuscus, whoso to good inclines-- And is a faultless liver-- Nor moorish spear nor bow need fear, Nor ...
Fuscus, whoso to good inclines, And is a faultless liver,Nor Moorish spear nor bow need fear, Nor poison-arrowed quiver.Ay, though ...
The man of pure and blameless life Needs no stout armour in the strife, Nor poisoned arrow-head, nor knife Of ...
SAY did the scent of flesh thy feet allure, Gaunt wolf? — go back, no prey for thee is here:Track ...
Give me the bracelets that your warriors wear, The Roman traitress to the Sabine cried, "Give me the toys, and ...
Than you, O valued friend of mine, A better patron _non est_!Come, quaff my home-made Sabine wine,-- You'll find it ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
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