Ad Quintilianum (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
O CHIEF director of the growing race, Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace, Me, O Quintilian, may ...
O CHIEF director of the growing race, Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace, Me, O Quintilian, may ...
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead ...
God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; ...
O DULL cold northern sky, O brawling sabbath bells, O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells The year is like ...
The strong man's hand, the snow-cool head of age, The certain-footed sympathies of youth - These, and that lofty passion ...
THIS gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, ...
YOU have been far, and I Been farther yet, Since last, in foul or fair An impecunious pair, Below this ...
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