The great-hearted servant of whom you were jealous, sleeping her sleep in the humble grass, shouldn't we take her a few flowers? The dead, the poor dead, have griefs like ours,...
Late came the God, having sent his forerunners who were not regarded, Late, but in wrath; Saying: "The wrong shall be paid, the contempt be rewarded On all that she hath."...
Laws for Creations, For strong artists and leaders - for fresh broods of teachers, and perfect literats for America, For noble savans, and coming musicians. ...
A tree's leaves may be ever so good, So may its bar, so may its wood; But unless you put the right thing to its root It never will show much flower or fruit.
And what of privileged things mur & frankinscense or sandlewood - yes, teak, ambergris or skies of indigo blue - I cite these gifts, caravans offered as treasure Christopher Wren putting...
Old coat, for some three or four seasons We've been jolly comrades, but now We part, old companion, forever; To fate, and the fashion, I bow. You'd look well enough at a dinner,...
Hard pressed by numbers in his strait, Rebellion's soldier-chief no more contends - Feels that the hour is come of Fate, Lays down one sword, and widened warfare ends....
At the dark and melancholy period when Don Roderick the Goth and his chivalry were overthrown on the banks of the Guadalete, and all Spain was overrun by the Moors, great was the devastation of churches and convents throughout ...
A blush as of roses Where rose never grew! Great drops on the bunch-grass, But not of the dew! A taint in the sweet air For wild bees to shun! A stain that shall never Bleach out in the sun!...
Il 'tait un petit homm', A cheval sur un b'ton; Il s'en allait ' la chass', A la chass' aux hannetons, Et ti ton, tain', et ti ton tain', Et ti ton tain' et ti ton ton. ...
When flowing garments I behold Inspir'd with purple, pearl and gold, I think no other, but I see In them a glorious leprosy That does infect and make the rent More mortal in the vestiment....
From the depths of the waters that lighten and darken With change everlasting of life and of death, Where hardly by noon if the lulled ear hearken It hears the sea's as a tired child's breath,...
There breathes not a breath of the summer air But the spirit of love is moving there; Not a trembling leaf on the shadowy tree, Flutters with hundreds in harmony,...
There breathes not a breath of the morning air, But the spirit of Love is moving there; Not a trembling leaf on the shadowy tree Mingles with thousands in harmony;...