Jerusalem Delivered – Book 03 – part 03 (Torquato Tasso Poems)
XXXIThe villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,Pursues, she stood and wondered on them both,But yet to follow them ...
XXXIThe villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,Pursues, she stood and wondered on them both,But yet to follow them ...
It is time (it was time long ago) I should severThis chain — why I wear it I know not ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
The clear eye of morning was cloudless and blue,And the air was all fresh with the fragrance of dew,And the ...
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,The purple Kings and all their mounted men;They fill the street with clamorous ...
The Kings come riding back from the Crusade,The purple Kings and all their mounted men;They fill the street with clamorous ...
HE knows Queen Lab, her isle,And black, enormous Kaf,The Swallow, and "Allah"He criesAs into Giaour landsWith Dervish faith and rite,Hueless, ...
A crusader's wife slipped from the garrison,And had an affair with a Saracen;She was not over-sexed,Or jealous or vexed,She just ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Courage was cast about her like a dressOf solemn comeliness,A gathered mind and an untroubled faceDid give her dangers grace. ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Thy gentle nature, owns no sense, Estelle!Like that which Warriors feel when arrows rattle,Nor can ...
There were thick leaves above me and around, And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,Amidst their dimness, and ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,So that its juices, red and blithe, May ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
There is still the wind that I remember firing the manes of horses, racing, slanting, across the plains, the wind ...
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still Thy silver passages of sacred lands, ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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