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 ...
Fair shines the sun, but with a meekened smileRegretful, on the variegated woodsAnd glittering streams, where floats the hazel spray,The ...
Raised by the coming plough, the merry larkUpsprings, and, soaring, joins the high-poised choirsThat carol far and near, in spiral ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,Nor glittering arrows of morning can ...
From the Latin of Addison.The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,I sing. Ye Muses, favour ...
I. 1.O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn,Left all night long to mournWhere desolation frowns, ...
'Tis past: the iron North has spent his rage;Stern Winter now resigns the length'ning day;The stormy howlings of the winds ...
Come, beneath yon verdant branches,Come, my own, with me!Come, and there my soul will openSecret doors to thee.Yonder shalt thou ...
THE lake's dark breastIs all unrest,It heaves with a sob and a sigh.Like a tremulous bird,From its slumber stirred,The moon ...
The morning sun's enchanting raysNow call forth every songster's praise;Now the lark, with upward flight,Gaily ushers in the light;While wildly ...
Oh, Warton! to thy soothing shell,Stretch'd remote in hermit cell,Where the brook runs babbling by,For ever I could listening lie;And ...
How like a mighty picture, tint by tint,This marvellous world is opening to thy view!Wonders of earth and heaven; shapes ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
GOD dreaming in his star-enshrouded skyBethought himself of me, so even IWho was till then as nothing, leapt to life ...
The sunset colours mingle in the sky, And over all the Umbrian valleys flow; Trevi is touched with wonder, and ...
No glittering chaplet brought from other lands!As in his life, this man, in death, is ours;His own loved prairies o'er ...
Oh! Harp of Erin, what glamour gay,What dark despairing are in thy lay!What true love slighted thy sorrow swells,What proud ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
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