Seasonal Cycle – Chapter 01 – Summer (Kalidasa Poems)
"Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good ...
"Oh, dear, this utterly sweltering season of the highly rampant sun is drawing nigh, and it will always be good ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
FIRST of Devon's thousand streams--(Beside whose banks no poet dreams,Since to her praise old Drayton fram'dHis pastoral reed, yet scarcely ...
1 Improvement extends it's domain; The Shepherds of Britain deplore That the Coulter has furrow'd each plain, And their calling is needful no more. "Enclosing ...
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
The lull of the Winter is over; and Spring Comes back, as delicious and buoyant a thing, As airy, and fairy, and ...
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDYACT I.SCENE I. Field of Battle.Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers.Stephen. If shame can on ...
Time with his pointed shafts has hitMy heart and split my gut, laid open my entrails,landed me a blow that ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolvedBy what arrangements all things come to passThrough the blue regions of the ...
Plunder.Now in the empty Isles of Juno's FanePhoenix, and dire Ulysses, chosen Guards,Watch o'er the Prey. There Trojan Treasure snatch'dFrom ...
I.The fight was o'er; the flashing through the gloom,Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb,Had ceased; and sulphury ...
To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked ...
'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smileWith which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed downIts beauty on the Indian isle, -On ...
INTRODUCTION.If ye will walk amid the ancient wood,Ye will perceive the lordly oak o'erspreadThe slender shrubs, and shield them from ...
As then, no winde at all there blew,No swelling cloude accloid the aire:The skie, like glasse of watchet hew,Reflected Phoebus' ...
IF thou'rt a drunkard, fond of ale and wine,And smokest vile mundungus without end,Cry out with speed, unto th' Pow'r ...
NOR War nor Peace, forever, old and young,But Strength my theme, whose song is yet unsung,The People's Strength, the deep ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth. St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms put out, And to their manteaus their complexions suit : The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city-dames allready taken places ; Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd, But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ; And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.SILLIANDER. Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ? Some cause there is that thus you sit alone. Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?PATCH. If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.SILLIANDER. No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right, 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast, A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.PATCH. Toasting does seldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toast the thing they love. A certain Duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too, Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do : What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame : Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.SILLIANDER. Ill fates pursue me, may I never find The dice propitious, or the ladies kind, If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear, And one from me she condescends to wear.PATCH. Women are always ready to receive ; 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give. A lady (but she is too great to name) Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame, With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ; Another day may give another thing.SILLIANDER. I cou'd say something — see this billet-doux — And as for presents — look upon my shoe — These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young Countess fondly made the gift.PATCH. My Countess is more nice, more artful too, Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue : This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd, And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ; She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize, With affectation cramm'd it down her stays : Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen, I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.SILLIANDER. Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace, Drinking delicious poison from her face, The soft enchantress did that face decline, Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ; With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend, While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose, And thousand beauties to my sight expose.PATCH. Early this morn — (but I was ask'd to come) I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room : Warm from her bed, to me alone within, Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ; Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace, And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ; Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin, She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.SILLIANDER. See TITIANA driving to the park, Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the spring are seen, Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.SILLIANDER. What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ? Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.PATCH. What are her garters ! tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee for the happier man. Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain. After a conquest so important gain'd, Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd. (Mary Wortley Montagu)
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
(The Defence of Perushtitsa)O stirring of glory, O sombre sad stirring,Days of proud struggle, O days of adversity!Epic obscure and ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
COME hither, Evan Cameron!Come, stand beside my knee:I hear the river roaring downTowards the wintry sea.There 's shouting on the ...
I climbed a hill as light fell short,And rooks came home in scramble sort,And filled the trees and flapped and ...
Ye, who by the couches of languishing ones, Have watched through the rising and setting of suns,-- Who, silent, behind the close ...
Suche waiwarde waies hath love that moste parte in discorde; Our willes do stand wherby our hartes but seldom dooth accorde. Disceyte ...
MADAM,I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour couldrequire, but after all find so much to object ...
The mind of ev'ry man, alas!Is naturally vile and base,And thinks on nought, but what is bad,'Till it the second ...
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
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