Such as the Druids cut down with golden hatchets at Yule-tide,Stood, secluded and still, the house of the herdsman. A gardenGirdled it round about with a belt of luxuriant blossoms,Filling the air with fragrance. The house itself was of timbersHewn from the cypress-tree, and carefully fitted together.Large and low was the roof; and on slender…
Il piede, come il suo Michele SantoPiantó sul draco. Mentre ch’ io ragionoLo vedo torcere con flebil suonoLe rilucenti scaglie. Ha questi affrantoDue volte i miei maggior. Me solo intantoNeppure muove, ed io non l’ abbandono.Io mi rammento quando fur cacciatiI Medici; pur quando GhibellinoE Guelfo fecer pace mi rammento.Fiorenza i suoi giojelli m’ ha…
The beech, upon a nameless grave,Its sadly-moving shadow throws.O’er the fair woods the sun looks downUpon the many-twinkling leaves,And twilight’s mellow shades are brown,Where darkly the green turf upheaves.The river glides in silence there,And hardly waves the sapling tree:Sweet flowers are springing, and the airIs full of balm,– but where is she!They bade her wed…
Up to Indra’s realms elysianRaised Trisanku, king of nations.Indra and the gods offendedHurled him downward, and descendingIn the air he hung suspended,With these equal powers contending.Thus by aspirations lifted,By misgivings downward driven,Human hearts are tossed and driftedMidway between earth and heaven.
That they might touch the hearts of men,And bring them back to heaven again.The first, a youth, with soul of fire,Held in his hand a golden lyre;Through groves he wandered, and by streams,Playing the music of our dreams.The second, with a bearded face,Stood singing in the market-place,And stirred with accents deep and loudThe hearts of…
Some with massive deeds and great,Some with ornaments of rhyme.Nothing useless is, or low;Each thing in its place is best;And what seems but idle showStrengthens and supports the rest.For the structure that we raise,Time is with materials filled;Our to-days and yesterdaysAre the blocks with which we build.Truly shape and fashion these;Leave no yawning gaps between;Think…
Looks at me from the wall, where round its headThe night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.Here in this room she died; and soul more whiteNever through martyrdom of fire was ledTo its repose; nor can in books be readThe legend of a life more benedight.There is a mountain in the distant WestThat, sun-defying, in…
‘Where are the kings, and where the restOf those who once the world possessed?‘They’re gone with all their pomp and show,They’re gone the way that thou shalt go.‘O thou who choosest for thy shareThe world, and what the world calls fair,‘Take all that it can give or lend,But know that death is at the end!’Haroun…
From the pitcher, placed between us,How the waters laugh and glistenIn the head of old Silenus!Old Silenus, bloated, drunken,Led by his inebriate Satyrs;On his breast his head is sunken,Vacantly he leers and chatters.Fauns with youthful Bacchus follow;Ivy crowns that brow supernalAs the forehead of Apollo,And possessing youth eternal.Round about him, fair Bacchantes,Bearing cymbals, flutes, and…
With solemn feet I tread the hill,That overbrows the lonely vale.O’er the bare upland, and awayThrough the long reach of desert woods,The embracing sunbeams chastely play,And gladden these deep solitudes.Where, twisted round the barren oak,The summer vine in beauty clung,And summer winds the stillness broke,The crystal icicle is hung.Where, from their frozen urns, mute springsPour…
