The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;—A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below;It seems a prudent woman he had wed,With beauty that ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;—A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below;It seems a prudent woman he had wed,With beauty that ...
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of ...
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is-Love, forgive us!-cinders, ashes, dust;Love in a palace is perhaps at lastMore ...
LATE AUTUMN _They who die young are blest.-- Should we not envy such? They are Earth's happiest, God-loved and favored much!-- They who die young ...
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
ADDRESSED TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER. THOU knowest, dear Florence, my sufferings of old, The struggles maintained with oppression for years, We shared them ...
IIn his tent, at fall of day,Hero Harold loosed his mail,As a bark which nears the bayDrops on deck her ...
I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, Must pass from earth away, And, because wild remorse Pursues me--is my curse, My guilty ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,In ev'ry age works miracles a store;Can Catos change to male coquets at ...
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
Character of ZAMOR , a bard—His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley—The Peruvian tribe ...
Storm at Land.See Tempest.Oft have I seen, when now the Farmer broughtThe Reaper to his yellow Fields, and boundHis Sheaves ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
Whoe'er, of any sex or age,To heav'n above wou'd learn the way,His guide must be the sacred Page —Or else ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
'Twas on a lofty mountain's side Half up the verdant steep, A gen'rous Vicar wedded, died, And left his spouse to weep. And still ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
1O! Solitude, my sweetest choicePlaces devoted to the night,Remote from tumult, and from noise,How you my restless thoughts delight!O Heavens! ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place,The last effusions of my muse to grace.O charming Phillis! may the same ...
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