The Rhemese (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Good Heav'n, I thank thee, since it was design'd I shou'd be fram'd, but of the weaker kinde, That yet, ...
In your mother's apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of ...
High from the earth I heard a bird, He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then ...
Dear March -- Come in -- How glad I am -- I hoped for you before -- Put down your ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg's not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile's ...
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love. The favor'd ...
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day. You know ...
This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the ...
How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use ...
WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Content, the false World's best disguise, The search and faction of the Wise, Is so abstruse and hid in night, ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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