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| 4871. | Whence Cometh Such Tender Rapture? by Marina Tsvetaeva | | Whence cometh such tender rapture?
Those curls--they are not the first ones
I've smoothened, and I've already
Known lips--that were darker than you... |
| 4872. | Nymphs by Katharine Tynan | | Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain,
Oreads all ?
Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of the fountain;
Answers our call
Only t... |
| 4873. | Sheep and Lambs by Katharine Tynan | | All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road.
The sheep with their little la... |
| 4874. | Slow Spring by Katharine Tynan | | O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,
The days go on
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing
And birds in the dawn.
Grow slowly, year, lik... |
| 4875. | The Weeping Babe by Katharine Tynan | | She kneels by the cradle
Where Jesus doth lie;
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!
But why dost Thou cry?
The babes of the village
Smile sweetly in... |
| 4876. | Belphegor Addressed To Miss De Chammelay by Jean de La Fontaine | | YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place,
The last effusions of my muse to grace.
O charming Phillis! may the same extend
Through time's dark nig... |
| 4877. | Epitaph Of La Fontaine Made By Himself by Jean de La Fontaine | | JOHN, as he came, so went away,
Consuming capital and pay,
Holding superfluous riches cheap;
The trick of spending time he knew,
Dividing it in po... |
| 4878. | Friar Philip's Geese by Jean de La Fontaine | | IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR,
The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware;
Yet, why suppose the sex my pages shun?
Enough, if they... |
| 4879. | Neighbour Peter's Mare by Jean de La Fontaine | | A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),
But little preached, except when vintage came;
And then no preparation he required
On this he triumphed and... |
| 4880. | St. Julian's Prayer by Jean de La Fontaine | | TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers,
How many round attribute all their cares!
In these howe'er I never can believe,
And laugh at fol... |
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