The Excursion, by Du Fu
I How delighted, at sunset, to loosen the bo...
I How delighted, at sunset, to loosen the bo...
WE were two lovers; let me lie by her,
My tom...
CRESCENZIO, the Pope's Legate at the High Coun...
What is he buzzing in my ears?
"Now that I co...
(Peter Ronsard Loquitur) "Heigho!" yawned one ...
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the ...
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,...
Day! Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim,...
The little leaves that climbed so high
Are blo...
Who are you, now, that thus presume
To come ...
Sitting in a café, and watching her refl...
After the movie, when the lights come up,
He...
I Well, I am tired.. Tired of all these years...
Whatever loveliness is in this music,
Whateve...
Red leaf, red leaf, falling to float
On the ...
This night I dreamed that you shone before me
...
Tear the pink rose petal by petal
And let the ...
He thinks her little feet should pass
Where da...
I The first soft snowflakes hovering down the ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence,
Silv...
April had covered the hills
With flickering ye...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands
With empt...
I own a solace shut within my heart,
&...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmere...
The Bell in the convent tower swung.
High over...