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When Athens challenged Phryne to… Eleusis’ self sufficed not to appa… Her impious tread, and, throned wi… The awful judges frowned on her di… Slowly her lovely limbs she did un…
Breeze! brisk breeze! that movest… Breeze! lithe breeze! that creepes… Breeze! O breeze! that fannest th… Oh linger by the lattice of sweet… Breeze! coy breeze! that loiterest…
Here let us sit beneath this oak,… The acorns fitfully fall one by on… The final harvest of the fading ye… Now Summer eves and Autumn days a… The orchard rows stand desolate an…
The love within my heart that dwel… Knows nought of days or hours; I hear thee in the Christmas bell… I feel thee in the vernal showers; And thy breath is blent with the w…
‘Why do I bid the rising gale To waft me from your shore? Why hail I, as the vultures hail, The scent of far-off gore? Why wear I with defiant pride
The hills slope down to the valley… And my heart, my heart, O far one… But only the feet of the mountain… And the source and soul of the hur… The dawn is sick for the daylight,…
‘The old Church doors stand open… Though neither bells nor anthems p… Gazing so fondly from outside, Why do you enter not and kneel? ’It is the sunset hour when all
Sweet Love is dead: Where shall we bury him? In a green bed, With no stone at his head, And no tears nor prayers to worry…
Since we the march of Time can no… Keep you in step with him till Ti… Thus will you journey with more ea… Nor mar the rhythm that you cannot… Nor ever yearn impatiently to reap
Go away, Death! You have come too soon. To sunshine and song I but just a… And the dew on my heart is undried… Come back at noon.
Hail! steep ascents and winding wa… Glimmering through melting morning… Hail! mountain herd-bells chiming… Hail! meads and cherry-orchards gr… And hail, thrice hail! thou golden…
Nay, bring forth none but daughter… The doubles of yourself; with face… Bearing as candid, gait as debonai… And voice as deeply, musically str… That the less fortunate age, from…
‘Why am I deemed an enemy of men Who would beyond Life’s limit lif… If they believe that they will liv… How can it be that I have done th… Is it not I who rout the Winter s…
Though all the world should stand… And leave you to your sorrow, And you from none, or near, or wid… A smile or tear could borrow; I still would stand with arms outs…
How shall we comfort the Dying Ye… Beg him to linger, or bid him go? The light in his eyes burns dim an… His hands are clammy, his pulse be… He wanders and mumbles, but doth n…
