Richard Minutolo (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
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