Like those infernal deities which eat The best of all the sacrificed meat; And leave their servants but the smoke and sweat: So many kings, and primates too there are,...
A frozen moon stands waxen, White shadows, Dead face, Above me and the dull Earth. Throws green light Like a garment, A wrinkled one, On bluish land. But from the edge...
Two men, well versed in use of arms, Set out, 'tis said, in search of game. Each felt that hunting had its charms, Yet widely differed they in aim. Both felt their need of wholesome food...
ARGUMENT. i(Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the) i(Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land) i(among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so)...
In ruin are the spacious, splendid halls With frozen forest of white columns where The Tartar Khan his palace builded fair, Where loneliest the shrilling cricket calls. The ivy blackens over shining walls...
From out the mosques the pious wend their way; Muezzin voices tremble through the night; Within the sky the pallid King of Light Wraps silvered ermine round him while he may,...
I cannot tell, of twain beneath this bond, Which one in grief the other goes beyond,--- Narcissus, who to end the pain he bore Died of the love that could not help him more;...
So on the floor lay Balder dead; and round Lay thickly strewn swords axes darts and spears Which all the Gods in sport had idly thrown At Balder, whom no weapon pierc'd or clove:...
As I went down the Baldon lane, Alone I went, as oft I went, Weighing if it were loss or gain To give a maidenhead. I met, just as the day was spent, A fancy man, a gentleman,...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered tributary, failed of late To send his tribute; wherefore Arthur called...
A wonderful age Is now on the stage: I'll sing you a song, if I can, How modern Whigs, Dance forty-one jigs,[1] But God bless our gracious Queen Anne....
I know my love is true, And oh the day is fair. The sky is clear and blue, The flowers are rich of hue, The air I breathe is rare, I have no grief or care; For my own love is true,...