kings were glad to be his guests. Ten hundred shaven priests did bow to Ammon's altar day and nigh...
2011-12-03
MORANZONE No, he is dead. GUIDO Did you say dead? O too swift runner, Death, Couldst thou not wa...
Nor a cloth upon his face, Nor drop feet foremost through the floor Into an empty space. He does ...
[Enter the DUKE OF PADUA with COUNT BARDI, MAFFIO, PETRUCCI, and other gentlemen of his Court.] MO...
That the man should have his pall. For he has a pall, this wretched man, Such as few men can claim...
Poem: Ravenna (Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To ...
Than sweetest ambergris. What dost thou fear? Young Hyacinth is slain, Pan is not here, And will...
The long white fingers of the dawn Fast climbing up the eastern sky To grasp and slay the shudderi...
The boy's first kiss, the hyacinth's first bell, The man's last passion, and the last red spear Th...
Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may. And there is nothing left to...
And with dull eyes and wearied from some dear And worshipped body risen, they for certain Will nev...
In wonder at her feet, not for the sake Of a new Helen would I bid her hand the apple take. Then r...
Only a few narcissi here and there Stand separate in sweet austerity, Dotting the unmown grass wit...
Of marble youths, who with untroubled eyes And chastened limbs ride round Athena's shrine And mirr...
And where the little flowers of her breast Just brake into their milky blossoming, This murderous ...