Eclogue 8: To Pollio Damon Alphesiboeus (Publius Vergilius Maro Poems)
Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strainsThe heifer wondering forgot to graze,The lynx stood awe-struck, and the ...
Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strainsThe heifer wondering forgot to graze,The lynx stood awe-struck, and the ...
TO POLLIO, DAMON, ALPHESIBOEUSOf Damon and Alphesiboeus now,Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strainsThe heifer wondering forgot to graze,The lynx stood ...
The fagots blazed, the caldron's smokeUp through the green wood curled;"Bring honey from the hollow oak,Bring milky sap," the brewers ...
The happy men that lose their heads They find their heads in heaven, As cherub heads with cherub wings, And cherub haloes even: Out ...
If we but knew what forces helped to mold The lives of others from their earliest years- Knew something of their background, ...
He was lyin' on his bunk, In the hut behind the mill,Ravin' like a man wild drunk, Never silent, ...
To this green place the tourists troop,By twos, by threes, and group by group, Lads in bright blazers, girls in ...
We've been out to Pelletier'sBrushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of menAnd been boys and girls again.We ...
I SEE the hell of faces surge and whirl, Like malestrom in the ocean--faces lean And fleshless as the talons ...
IHe leaped. With none to hinder,Of Aetna's fiery scoriaeIn the next vomit-shower, made heA more peculiar cinder.And this great Doctor, ...
While the far farewell music thins and fails, And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine - All smalling slowly ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
Tell me, Tramp, where I may go To be free from human woe; Say where I may hope to find ...
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