Orlando Furioso Canto 7 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTRogero, as directed by the pair,The giantess Eriphila o'erthrows.That done, he to Alcina's labyrinth, whereMore than one knight is tied ...
ARGUMENTRogero, as directed by the pair,The giantess Eriphila o'erthrows.That done, he to Alcina's labyrinth, whereMore than one knight is tied ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
What happier haunt could the gods allotFor loftiest musing to sage or bard?-Yet I would that this upper verandah did ...
HER hair was gold and warm it lay Upon the pallor of her brow;Her eyes were deep, aye, deep and gray-- And ...
I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse, I clad myself in ragged things,I set a feather in my cap That fell ...
Far over Elf-land poets stretch their sway,And win their dearest crowns beyond the goalOf their own conscious purpose; they controlWith ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
FOR three long nights had King Arthur watch'd,The light from the turret shone !For three long nights had King Arthur ...
WE brought our old tub over With lumber, from the Sound One sinner jammed and crippled, A silly bo'sun drowned; ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
THE lilies lean to the white, white rose, The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees, Soft kisses borne by ...
Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips The days, as through the sunset gates they crowd, And Summer from ...
Who will buy my peaches -- Tinted by the spritesWith faery gold and moonshine, in the dewy nights;Honied in the ...
Hymn to the Dope Goddess of the murmuring courts, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Houri of the mystic sports, trailing-robed in gabardine, ...
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