Cistercians might crack their sides

Forth of his ambush leapt, and he vaunted him, uttering thiswise:‘Hit thou art! not in vain flew the shaft; how by rights it had pierced theeInto the undermost gut, therewith to have rived thee of life-breath!Following that had the Trojans plucked a new breath from their direst,They all frighted of thee, as the goats bleat…

In the trembling leaves of twilight trees,As if the wind were dreaming on its wings?And have you marked their still degreesOf ebbing melody, like the stringsOf a silver harp swept by a spirit’s handIn some strange glimmering land,‘Mid gushing springs,And glisteningsOf waters and of planets, wild and grand!And have you marked in that still timeThe…

He views the rosy dawn. In vain they weaveThe fatal web below while far he flies.But when the arrow strikes him, there’s a change.He moves but in the track of his spent pain,Whose red drops are the links of a harsh chain,Binding him to the ground, with narrow range.A subtle serpent then has Love become.I…

Servant here to thy mandates, heed thee among our Achaians,Either the mission hie on or stoutly do fight with the foemen?I, not hither I fared on account of the spear-armed Trojans,Pledged to the combat; they unto me have in nowise a harm done;Never have they, of a truth, come lifting my horses or oxen;Never in…

The self gone out of them, therewith the pain:Read that, who still to spell our earth remain.

They shadow you with Homer, knock you flatWith Shakespeare: bludgeons brainingly sublimeOn you the excommunicates of Rhyme,Because you sing not in the living Fat.The wiry whizz of an intrusive gnatIs verse that shuns their self-producing time.Sound them their clocks, with loud alarum trump,Or watches ticking temporal at their fobs,You win their pleased attention. But, bright…