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Stran 2 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Stran 261 - Aeaea, patched up new — Stern painted brighter blue — ) That talkative, bald-headed seaman came (Twelve patient comrades sweating at the oar) From Troy's doom-crimson shore, And with great lies about his wooden horse Set the crew laughing, and forgot his course. It was so old a ship — who knows, who knows? — And yet so beautiful, I watched in vain To see the mast burst open with a rose, And the whole deck put on its leaves again.
Stran 155 - LAST night ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Stran 547 - The world is full of renunciations and apprenticeships, and this is thine ; thou must pass for a fool and a churl for a long season. This is the screen and sheath in which Pan has protected his well-beloved flower, and thou shalt be known only to thine own, and they shall console thee with tenderest love.
Stran 12 - It is easier for a camel to pass through the needle's eye than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven,
Stran 106 - Everyman, I will go with thee, and be thy guide, In thy most need to go by thy side.
Stran 179 - Idealists BROTHER Tree: Why do you reach and reach? Do you dream some day to touch the sky? Brother Stream: Why do you run and run? Do you dream some day to fill the sea? Brother Bird: Why do you sing and sing? Do you dream — Young man: Why do you talk and talk and talk?
Stran 155 - All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, When I awoke and found the dawn was gray: I have been faithful to thee, Cynaral in my fashion.
Stran 301 - Spring's green witchery is weaving Braid and border for thy side ; Grace forever haunts thy journey, Beauty dimples on thy tide. Through the purple gates of morning, Now thy roseate ripples dance ; Golden, then, when day departing, On thy waters trails his lance ; Waltzing, flashing, Limpid, volatile, and free — Always hurried To be buried In the bitter, moon-mad sea.
Stran 155 - I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.