The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I serve you not, if you I follow, Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow, And bend my fancy to your leading, ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Through many a land your journey ran, And showed the best the world can boast: Now tell me, traveller, if ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
The Road was lit with Moon and star -- The Trees were bright and still -- Descried I -- by ...
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun Seductive in the Air -- That Tun is hollow -- but the ...
No Man can compass a Despair -- As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The ...
I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane -- She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for ...
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril Tree and Traveller stood -- Filled was the Air with merry venture ...
What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what ...
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition ...
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
There was a land where lived no violets. A traveller at once demanded : "Why?" The people told him: "Once ...
"Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; Often have I been to it, Even to its highest ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
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