While we to Jove select the holy victim Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself, The god for ever great, for ever king, Who slew the earthborn race, and measures right...
The wind is out in its rage to-night, And your father is far at sea. The rime on the window is hard and white But dear, you are near to me. Heave ho, weave low, Waves of the briny deep;...
At morn his bark like a bird Slips lightly oceanward - Sail feathering smooth o'er the bay And beak that drinks the wild spray. In his eyes beams cheerily A light like the sun's on the sea,...
No pond nor pool within his haunt But paid a certain cormorant Its contribution from its fishes, And stock'd his kitchen with good dishes. Yet, when old age the bird had chill'd,...
The autumn afternoon is dying o'er The quiet western valley where I lie Beneath the maples on the river shore, Where tinted leaves, blue waters and fair sky...
N'offrant qu'un coeur ' la Beaut', Nud comme la Verit', Sans armes comme l'Innocence, Sans a'les comme la Constance, Tel fut l'Amour dans le siecle d'or,...
One that is ever kind said yesterday: "Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey, And little shadows come about her eyes; Time can but make it easier to be wise Though now it seems impossible, and so...
Let Deirdre be her name: harm will come through her. She will be fair, comely, bright-haired: heroes will fight for her, and kings go seeking for her. ...
"Vell! Here I am - no Matter how it suits A-keeping Company vith them dumb Brutes; Old Park vos no bad Judge - confound his vig! Of vot vood break the Sperrit of a Prig! ...
You have heard how Sir Fox treated Crane: With soup in a plate. When again They dined, a long bottle Just suited Crane's throttle; And Sir Fox licked the outside in vain. ...
Said sly Fox to the Crow with the cheese, "Let me hear your sweet voice, now do please!" And this Crow, being weak, Cawed the bit from her beak-- "Music charms," said the Fox, "and here's cheese!" ...
A cunning old fox, of plundering habits, Great crauncher of fowls, great catcher of rabbits, Whom none of his sort had caught in a nap, Was finally caught in somebody's trap....
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood Upon our side, we who were strong in love! Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,...
Dear DOLL, while the tails of our horses are plaiting, The trunks tying on, and Papa, at the door, Into very bad French is as usual translating His English resolve not to give a sou more,...
At length, my Lord, I have the bliss To date to you a line from this "Demoralized" metropolis; Where, by plebeians low and scurvy, The throne was turned quite topsy-turvy,...
"Return!"--no, never, while the withering hand Of bigot power is on that hapless land; While, for the faith my fathers held to God, Even in the fields where free those fathers trod,...
My Lord, the Instructions, brought to-day, "I shall in all my best obey." Your Lordship talks and writes so sensibly! And--whatsoe'er some wags may say-- Oh! not at all incomprehensibly. ...