Ariosto. Orlando Furioso, Canto X, 91-99 (Alan Seeger Poems)
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
Cold was the night wind, drifting fast the snows fell, Wide were the downs and shelterless and naked, When a ...
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And ...
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Last night my soul cried, "O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly. "Without ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
The ladies men admire, I've heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light; They'd rather ...
'Twas on the 9th of September, a very beautiful day, That a numerous English army came in grand array, And ...
LOVE is enough: though the World be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though ...
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
AND if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday So much ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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