On the Book of Loves of Pierre de Ronsard (Jose Maria de Heredia y Giraud Poems)
In Bourgueil Gardens more than one of yoreEngraved loved names on bark with heavy stroke,And many a heart 'neath Louvre's ...
In Bourgueil Gardens more than one of yoreEngraved loved names on bark with heavy stroke,And many a heart 'neath Louvre's ...
Blue glaciers, peaks of marble, granite, slate,Moraines whence winds from Begle to NethouThe wheat and rye send blighting ruin through,Lqakes, ...
All wretched, shocking, nude, with vilest fare,Such slave am I — my body bears the signs —Born free at foot ...
Juan Ponce de Leon, by the Devil led,With years weighed down and crammed with antique lore,Seeing age branch his stubby ...
This window has seen dames and lords of might,Sparkling with gold, with azure, flame and nacre,Bow down, before the altar ...
Evening is here. Some pigeons cross the sky.Nothing so well an amorous fever chainsAs when with pipe to lip its ...
In what cold seas, under what winters' reign,— Who can e'er know, O nacreous, fragile Shell! —Hast thou through current, ...
On Egypt sleeping under sky of brassThe twain gazed wistfully from terrace high,And watched the Flood, through Delta rolling high,Toward ...
Although beyond the eternal snows, aspiresThe vast-winged eagle still to loftier air,That nearer to the sun in blue more clearHe ...
When over us the cross its shadow throws,Our frames enshrouded in the mould of night,Thy body shall reflower in lily ...
The winter has deflowered garden and heath;Nought lives; and on the rock's unchanging gray,Where the Atlantic's endless billows play,The last ...
As when at Delphi, Thymus close behind,He flew through stadium to applause's roar,So on this plinth now Ladas runs one ...
As you came out of church, all piouslyYour noble hands bestowed alms freely there,And in the darkened porch you shone ...
Pious the moss to see no more the ground;For from this wasted wood forever goneIs virgin who the milk and ...
O'er their soft limbs has myrrh its fragrance shed;And bathed in warmth beneath December's skiesThey dream, while the bronze lamp ...
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