Love's Night Walk, by Anacreon
Downward was the wheeling Bear
Driven by the W...
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...
Gentle swallow, thou we know
Every year dost ...
Tell me, why, my sweetest dove,
Thus your h...
Fair is the sky, for the cloud-rack is lifted-...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
Life! I know not what thou art,
But know tha...
What would'st thou--mortal rash and blind?
Has...
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heav...
Have the bards who preceded me left any theme u...
Since Walton first in sport began
To lure the ...
The Captain of the Neversweats was rooted in hi...
Airy-mouse, hairy mouse,
Keen-eared contrary...
AN INDIAN LEGEND All summer long the forest tr...
'Twas in the drowsy Moon of Falling Leaves,
A...
Only to live, only to be
In Venice, is enoug...
If I could know but when and why
This piece of...
Welcome, sweet and lovely rangers,
Though to...
Of many gods thus gone before,
That man did w...
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
...
Under Vrihaspati's own eyes
Entrenched on heav...
I and the Loves Adonis dead deplore;
The beau...
Bright Cypris! Goddess ever meek and mild,
Of...
Oh, to behold my native land once more!
To cl...