Georgic 1 (Publius Vergilius Maro Poems)
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what starMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sodOr marry elm with vine; how ...
I.1EVEN as water to him who thirsts wayfaring, dust-dry and burning,After sore heat and long stumbling in courses with never ...
IThe Swallows sangALIEN to us areYour fields, and your cotes, and your glebes;Secret our nests areAlthough they be built in ...
ITHE wild bee sips at the heat-drugged lipsOf the passionless lily a-nod;The sunflowers stare through the hush at the glareOf ...
A walk in the city by day ;— When rural simplicity stopsTo wonder at all that is glittering gay Heap'd in the ...
Lottery tickets every day,-- And ever drawn a blank:Yet none the less we pant and pray For prizes in that bank:Morn by ...
When Persecution's torrent blaze Wraps the unshrinking Martyr's head;When fade all earthly flowers and bays, When summer friends are gone and fled,Is ...
(Strophe)Poor World! that in wickedness liest Enthrall'd by the powers of ill,And, groaning and travailing, sighest For better and happier still,-- Lo! here ...
Spirals fascinate me:They ascendBy such gentle gradations.Little green spiralsOf the vineThat creep softly--Then lay strong holdOn stony crevices,Lifting a great ...
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyesBlind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighsDivide my flesh and ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
There the Eboric scholars felt the rule Of Master Aelbert, teaching in the ...
For the courage which comes when we call,While troubles like hailstones fall;For the help that is somehow nigh,In the deepest ...
Come, dear Heart!The fields are white to harvest: come and seeAs in a glass the timeless mysteryOf love, whereby we ...
There was a moment when of you A splendid hope I had to tell,Believing "Here is one man who ...
SOFT-LITTERED is the new-year's lambing-fold, And in the hollowed haystack at its side The shepherd lies o' nights now, wakeful-eyed ...
OUR house of Life that hath been built so long, That is so fitly stored, whose plan denies That it ...
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