Ode IV, by Hafez
From the Divan Sleep on thine eyes, bright as...
Narcissus Poems
Ode XXIV, by Hafez
From the Divan Not one is filled with madness ...
Ode XXXI, by Hafez
From the Divan The breath of Dawn's musk-strew...
Sonata in Pathos, by Conrad Aiken
I Well, I am tired.. Tired of all these years...
Myth of Narcissus, by Christine Ann Clatworthy
Bathed in slanting, eggnog sunlight,
the red...
Georgic IV, by Virgil
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Unseen, by Bee W. Hasler
In the blind darkness of unlit rooms
I was gro...
The Funeral, by Carolyn Crosby Wilson
When I am dead
Lay me not straitly on a lidded...
Narcissus, by Guy Wetmore Carryl
Since the great, glad greeting of dawn from th...
Kiss XIX, by Johannes Secundus
Why wing your flight, ye bees! From flow'r to ...
Narcissus, by John W. May
Afoot he viewed a silver lake
And took himself...
Europa, by Moschus
Cypris, when all but shone the dawn's glad bea...
A Nightpiece, by Theophilus Marzials
Endymion sleeps along the distant hills,
Calm...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...