O Presul Vere Civitatis (Hildegard von Bingen Poems)
O dance-leader of the true city,who in the temple with the finial-stonesoaring Heavenwardswas prostrate on the earthfor God.You, wanderer of ...
O dance-leader of the true city,who in the temple with the finial-stonesoaring Heavenwardswas prostrate on the earthfor God.You, wanderer of ...
Oh gay young husbandmen would you be sure of a crop Upspringing rankly, an abundant and bountiful yield? Go forth in the ...
The salmon lying in the depths of Llyn Llifon Secretly as a thought in a dark mind,Is not so old as ...
A noiseless, patient spider,I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,It ...
The grandeur of deep afternoons,The pomp of haze on marble hills,Where every white-walled villa swoonsThrough violence that heat fulfills,Pass tirelessly ...
With nice observance of the rulesAnd precepts of the pastoral schools,A shepherdess, as fair as pure, ,Beneath a hedgerow sat ...
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. ...
Most noble ladies, cherish your fair fame, And for God's love the contrary eschew Of good report, lest thus you ...
There in that limited pasture,Their eyes bedimmed and blurred,They stand in that prison, all captives,The last of the Thundering Herd. ...
Dusking amber dimly creeps Over the vale, Lit by the kildee's silver sweeps, Sad with ...
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact-suns, moons, animals-all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances-beings, premonitions, lispings of ...
A NOISELESS, patient spider, I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
Ah me! How hard is destiny! If we could only know. . . . I bought my son from Sicily ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
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