Hymn to Delos, by Callimachus
O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise...
O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise...
Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet ...
Whilst we to Jove immortal and divine,
Perfor...
If sober, and inclin'd to sport,
To you, my...
From desert to city, already forgotten new arr...
Soggy basin bellows smoke and steam over the pi...
Welcome to the park where I took my lover down ...
My lot grew lighter day by day;
The children ...
A long-legged gnat with airy wings, a dart
Sh...
The wind hath whirled the leaves from off the t...
When dark thy childhood, tears and grief have ...
Each flower is a sentinel of God,
And ev'ry t...
These ever wakeful eyes are closed. They saw
S...
O Death, the Consecrator!
Nothing so sanctifi...
A little nook, a barren nook,
Lowest and dar...
It is the time when birds are calling,
Each t...
Now comes the sudden summer,
The beautiful fi...
But yesterday I passed this way,
And stopped ...
We cry "Our Father!" we that yearn
Upward to s...
Not where willow branches wave,
Lay them in n...
God's right-hand angel, bright and calm!
Chri...
You would pass it by among the rest,
Curious ...
He sits in winter's sleet, and the snow is rou...
Joy's the shyest bird
Mortal ever heard;
Lis...
O Ariel, tricksy and dainty,
You spirit of f...