Here in my retiring room,
Children ,you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
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GOD gave to me a child in part,
Child of my soul, O whither now,Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?You came, you went, and no man wist;Hapless, my child, no breast you kist;On no dear knees, a privileged babbler, clomb,Nor knew the kindly feel of home.My voice may reach you, O my dear-A father’s voice perhaps the child may hear;And, pitying, you may turn your…
MY heart, when first the blackbird sings,
Cool pleasure fills my bosom throughAnd spreads each nerve along.My bosom eddies quietly,My heart is stirred and coolAs when a wind-moved briar sweepsA stone into a poolBut unto thee, when thee I meet,My pulses thicken fast,As when the maddened lake grows blackAnd ruffles in the blast.
TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,
Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O weeping eye!Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning near.Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer, bleed and die;In my father’s quiet mansion soon to lay your burden by.Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping eye.Lo, the feet…
WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed;
When quite contented }thou canst dine at homeThou shall be free when }And drink a small wine of the march of Rome;When thou canst see unmoved thy neighbour’s plate,And wear my threadbare toga in the gate;When thou hast learned to love a small abode,And not to choose a mistress A LA MODE:When thus contained and…
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
All night long in the dark and wet,A man goes riding by.Late in the night when the fires are out,Why does he gallop and gallop about?Whenever the trees are crying aloud,And ships are tossed at sea,By, on the highway, low and loud,By at the gallop goes he.By at the gallop he goes, and thenBy he…
O CHIEF director of the growing race,
Me, O Quintilian, may you not forgiveBefore from labour I make haste to live?Some burn to gather wealth, lay hands on rule,Or with white statues fill the atrium full.The talking hearth, the rafters sweet with smoke,Live fountains and rough grass, my line invoke:A sturdy slave, not too learned wife,Nights filled with slumber, and a quiet…