Rome (Ezra Pound Poems)
FROM THE FRENCH OF JOACHIM DU BELLAYO thou new comer who seek'st Rome in RomeAnd find'st in Rome no thing ...
FROM THE FRENCH OF JOACHIM DU BELLAYO thou new comer who seek'st Rome in RomeAnd find'st in Rome no thing ...
THE head and hands of murdered Cicero,Above his seat high in the Forum hung,Drew jeers and burning tears. When on ...
WHEN I'se been by Tiber an' when I'se been by Seine,Listenin' theer messages, I lang to hear agenSecrets of home-watters, ...
NAME the heathen god of war,Name Minerva's pride;Then from Grecia steer afar,And rest on Tiber's side.--Think of him whom Brutus ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on ...
Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care-- When first he planned his home, What City should arise and bear The weight ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
I. The corn has turned from grey to red, Since first my spirit wandered forth From the drear cities of ...
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, Remembering thee, That for ages of agony hast endured, and ...
Within a pub that's off the Strand and handy to the bar, With pipe in mouth and mug in hand ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre? Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song Revibrates on the heart With magic thrilling touch, Till ev'ry ...
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, Where ...
So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine, You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message. ...
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