Just as a little olive offshoot grows Beneath its orchard elders' shady rows, No budding leaf as yet, no branching limb, Only a rod uprising, virgin-slim - Then if the busy gardener, weeding out...
Dear little Slavic Sappho, we had thought, Hearing thy songs so sweetly, deftly wrought, That thou shouldst have an heritage one day Beyond thy father's lands: his lute to play....
Sad trinkets of my little daughter, dresses That touched her like caresses, Why do you draw my mournful eyes? To borrow A newer weight of sorrow? No longer will you clothe her form, to fold her...
Thou hast made all the house an empty thing, Dear Ursula, by this thy vanishing. Though we are here, 'tis yet a vacant place, One little soul had filled so great a space....
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,...
Who'll have the crumpled pieces of a heart? Let him take mine! Who'll give his whole of passion for a part, And call't divine? Who'll have the soiled remainder of desire?...
Lors dit en plourant; H'las trop malheureux homme et mauldict pescheur, oncques ne verrai-je cl'mence et mis'ricorde de Dieu. Ores m'en irai-je d'icy et me cacherai dedans le mont Horsel, en requ'rant de faveur et d'amoureuse m...
I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour could require, but after all find so much to object to, and so much to raise my indignation, that I cannot help giving it a serious answer....
Like boys that run behind the loaded wain For the mere joy of riding back again, When summer from the meadow carts the hay And school hours leave them half a day to play;...
Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me'so An' I will tole you story of old tam long ago' W'en ev'ryt'ing is happy'w'en all de bird is sing An' me!'I'm young an' strong lak moose an' not afraid no t'ing....
And Lilith oft to Paradise returned, For fierce within her, bitter hatred burned, And better, dearer, seemed revenge than aught She else desired. The coppice oft she sought,...
Genius of the Forest Shades! Lend thy pow'r, and lend thine ear! A Stranger trod thy lonely glades, Amidst thy dark and bounding Deer; Inquiring Childhood claims the verse,...
Crippled his limbs, and sightless are his eyes; I view the youth, and feel compassion rise. He sings! how sweet the notes! in pleased amaze I listen, listen, and admiring gaze....
Once, while digging 'neath the snow, 'Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise We saw some violets in full bloom, Gazing at us with loving eyes, Thanking us for opening their tomb,...