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All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red,
(_Prologue to ‘The Two Poets of… Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born!
Stand still, true poet that you ar… I know you; let me try and draw yo… Some night you’ll fail us: when af… You rise, remember one man saw you… Knew you, and named a star!
Of the million or two, more or les… I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was least to my mind. II.
{{She.}} Yet womanhood you revere… So you profess! {{He.}}… {{She.}} Of which fact this is ev… To help Art-study,—for some dole
{{He.}} AH, the bird-like flutin… Through the ash-tops yonder— Bullfinch-bubblings, soft sounds s… What sweet thoughts, I wonder? Fine-pearled notes that surely
AN OLD STORY. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like… The house-roofs seemed to heave an… The church-spires flamed, such fla…
My father was a scholar and knew… When I was five years old, I aske… “What do you read about?” “The siege of Troy.” “What is a siege, and what is Tro…
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is v… I can hardly misconceive you; it w… But although I take your meaning,… Here you come with your old music,… What, they lived once thus at Ven…
Had I but plenty of money, money… The house for me, no doubt, were a… Ah, such a life, such a life, as o… Something to see, by Bacchus, som… There, the whole day long, one’s l…
O’ Lyric Love, half angel and hal… And all a wonder and a wild desire… Boldest of hearts that ever braved… Took sanctuary within the holier b… And sang a kindred soul out to his…
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing;
So far as our story approaches the… Which do you pity the most of us t… My friend, or the mistress of my f… With her wanton eyes, or me? My friend was already too good to…
[SPAIN.] It is a lie—-their Priests, their… Their Saints, their... all they f… Are lies, and lies—-there! through… And ceiling, there! and walls and…
King Charles, and who’ll do him r… King Charles, and who’s ripe for… Give a rouse: here’s, in Hell’s d… King Charles! Who gave me the goods that went si…
