His Camel, by Alqamah ibn Abada
So leave her, and cast care from thy heart wit...
So leave her, and cast care from thy heart wit...
PRELUDE I If earth's lost youth thou ha...
At last the dread cloud that hung over the gorg...
Across the kitchen table a
bizarre mouth
ope...
And now with all thy pencil's truth,
Portray ...
Love, a Bee that lurk'd among
Roses saw not, ...
Grasshopper thrice-happy! Who
Sipping the cool...
I will; I will; the conflict's past,
And I'll...
In the Lemnian forge of late
Vulcan making arr...
Downward was the wheeling Bear
Driven by the W...
Now the star of day is high,
Fly, my girls, ...
Though my aged head be grey,
And thy youth mo...
The Phrygian rock, that braves the storm,
Wa...
Gentle swallow, thou we know
Every year dost ...
Tell me how to punish thee,
For the mischief ...
Tell me, why, my sweetest dove,
Thus your h...
Men and maids at time of year
The ripe cluster...
Who his cups can stoutly bear,
In his cups de...
The music of the busy bee
Is drowsy, and it c...
I saw a pretty bluebird, yesterday,
Rocking ...
The cool rain poured in sudden haste
Upon the ...
A wise old mother is Nature--
She guideth her ...
Far off the Rio Grande crawls,
A silver serpe...
Hush! Make no sound, nor move your fingertips-...
The Farmer is the lord of lands,
The birth-ri...