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Retaliation: A Poem
© Oliver Goldsmith
What pity, alas! that so lib'ral a mind
Should so long be to news-paper essays confin'd;
Who perhaps to the summit of science could soar,
Yet content 'if the table he set on a roar';
Whose talents to fill any station were fit,
Yet happy if Woodfall confess'd him a wit.
The Sailor Boy to His Lass
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I go away this blessed day,
To sail across the sea, MATILDA!
Gum Is The Sky
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned,
As over it the dark clouds creep,
August
© Boris Pasternak
This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam
Between the curtains and the sofa lay,
Ballade Of Old Plays
© Andrew Lang
Ghosts, at your Poet's word ye dare
To break Death's dungeons through,
And frisk, as in that golden air,
When these Old Plays were new!
The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius
© Robert Browning
Thus
Would I defend the step,were the thing true
Which is a fable,see my former speech,
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 8
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHEN Turnus had assembled all his powrs,
His standard planted on Laurentums towrs;
Latest Views Of Mr. Biglow
© James Russell Lowell
Ef I a song or two could make
Like rockets druv by their own burnin',
Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth
© Ovid
The End of the Twelfth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Contemplando nas coisas do mundo desde o seu retiro
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Neste mundo é mais rico o que mais rapa: quem mais limpo se faz, tem mais carepa;
Com sua língua, ao nobre o vil decepa.
O velhaco maior sempre tem capa.
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV)
© Alexander Pope
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
Market Day
© John Clare
With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges switching tail nor mends his pace,
Min Anden Skabelse
© Jens Baggesen
Udannet sprang jeg af min Moders Arme,
Udannet fra min Ungdoms Leders Haand;
An Apology For My Son To His Master, For Not Bringing An Exercise On The Coronation Day.
© Mary Barber
Why are we Scholars plagu'd to write,
On Days devoted to Delight?
In Honour of the King, I'd play
Upon his Coronation Day:
But as for Loyalty in Rhyme,
Defer that to another Time.
Pharsalia - Book X: Caesar In Egypt
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Caesar's ears in vain
Had she implored, but aided by her charms
The wanton's prayers prevailed, and by a night
Of shame ineffable, passed with her judge,
She won his favour.
England's Day: A War-Saga
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Commended To Gortschakoff, Grant, And Bismark; And Dedicated To The British
1871
I approach and I withdraw
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Me acerco y me retiro:
¿quién sino yo hallar puedo
a la ausencia en los ojos
la presencia en lo lejos?
Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace
© James Clerk Maxwell
All the snows have fled, and grass springs up on the meadows,
And there are leaves on the trees;
