L’Envoi (Herman Melville Poems)
_The Return of the Sire de Nesle._A.D. 16My towers at last! These rovings end,Their thirst is slaked in larger dearth:The ...
_The Return of the Sire de Nesle._A.D. 16My towers at last! These rovings end,Their thirst is slaked in larger dearth:The ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
Fra Paolo, since they say the end is near,And you of all men have the gentlest eyes,Most like our father ...
Weary was I of Earth. My body lay, Its fires turned down and slaked to faintest heat.My soul went ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
1630-1633Sick with the strife of tongues, the blustering hateOf frantic Party raving o'er the realm,Sonorous insincerities of debate,And jealous factions ...
Our name should be a name for hope to utter, A watchword for the chosen of the land;A bloodless nation-flag, ...
Lo! I am athirst, said the brown earth, "And I would drink my fill." "Have I not slaked thee," cried ...
Mourn, Persia, mourn! thy charms decay; Proud Ispahan, the seat of power, Is shorn by time's relentless sway Of her ...
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment ...
When walkin' down a city street, Two thousand miles from home,The pavestones hurtin' of the feet That never ...
The great air birds go swiftly by,Pinions of bloom and death;And armies counter on shell-torn plainsAnd strive, for a little ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Yesterday a passing, transient shower, Slaked my thirst so gently, softly, Showers in March are unheard - In this arid ...
Sleepwalking she prepared breakfast for her still dreaming children, before breaking fast, to satisfy her appetite no fire needed, she ...
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