The Spagnoletto. Act III (Emma Lazarus Poems)
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
THE WIDOW'S TALE.To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,His only daughter, from her school in town;A tender, timid maid! ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
THE FATE OF AINO.When the night had passed, the maiden,Sister fair of Youkahainen,Hastened early to the forest,Birchen shoots for brooms ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
Low in the West, a banner floating wide Of God's own colors hangs in dreamy pride; A wealth of purple ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
, So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; ...
On Nineveh's proud towers the sinking sun In cloudless splendor looks; nor, through the earth, Like glory doth behold. In ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
Musicke. Phobus gave me my voyce, which pleasant Thrushes ...
"A miller had a daughter,And lovely, too, she was;Her step was light, her smile was bright,Her eyes were gray as ...
I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane -- The Land called Spadgers -- waiting fer 'is jills.The night's come ...
I.Philosophy the great and only heirOf all that human knowledge which has binUnforfeited by man's rebellious sin,Though full of years ...
AH! I remember when I was a girl How my hair naturally used to curl, And how my aunt four ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
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