Sing, O daughter of heaven, of Peleus' son, of Achilles, Him whose terrible wrath brought thousand woes on Achaia. Many a stalwart soul did it hurl untimely to Hades,...
Often, when o'er tree and turret, Eve a dying radiance flings, By that ancient pile I linger Known familiarly as "King's." And the ghosts of days departed Rise, and in my burning breast...
The just man's single-purposed mind Not furious mobs that prompt to ill May move, nor kings' frowns shake his will Which is as rock; not warrior-winds ...
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath, And stars to set: but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! ...
"Let us turn hitherward our bark," they cried, "And, 'mid the blisses of this happy isle, Past toil forgetting and to come, abide In joyfulness awhile. ...
One dazzling mass of solid snow Soracte stands; the bent woods fret Beneath their load; and, sharpest-set With frost, the streams have ceased to flow. ...
O what harper could worthily harp it, Mine Edward! this wide-stretching wold (Look out wold) with its wonderful carpet Of emerald, purple, and gold! Look well at it - also look sharp, it...
Spouse of penniless Ibycus, Thus late, bring to a close all thy delinquencies, All thy studious infamy:- Nearing swiftly the grave - (that not an early one) -...
Seek not, for thou shalt not find it, what my end, what thine shall be; Ask not of Chaldaea's science what God wills, Leuconoe: Better far, what comes, to bear it. Haply many a wintry blast...
Lyce, the gods have listened to my prayer; The gods have listened, Lyce. Thou art grey, And still would'st thou seem fair; Still unshamed drink, and play, ...
Bandusia, stainless mirror of the sky! Thine is the flower-crown'd bowl, for thee shall die, When dawns again yon sun, the kid; Whose budding horns, half-seen, half-hid, ...