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Monthly Archives: November 2008

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Coming Home to Sirmio
Carmen XXXI
by Catullus (ca. 84-ca. 54 B.C.)
Paene insularum, Sirmio, insularumque
Ocelle, quascumque in liquentibus stagnis
Marique vasto fert uterque Neptunus,
Quam te libenter quamque laetus inviso,
Vix mi ipse credens Thuniam atque Bithunos
Liquisse campos et videre te in tuto.
O quid solutis est beatius curis,
Cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrine
Labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum,
Desideratoque acquiescimus lecto?
Hoc [...]

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The Village Blacksmith
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is [...]

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In a London Drawing Room
by George Eliot (1819-1880)
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
For view there are the houses opposite
Cutting the sky with one long line of wall
Like solid fog: far as the eye can stretch
Monotony of surface & of form
Without a break to hang a guess upon.
No bird can make a shadow as [...]

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The Solitary Reaper
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travelers in some shady haunt,
Among [...]

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To the Roses in the Bosom of Castrara
by William Habington (1605-1654)
Ye blushing virgins happy are
In the chaste nunnery of her breasts

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November
by William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air,
Ere, o

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The Forgotten Grave
by Henry Austin Dobson (1840-1921)
Out from the city

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Der Herbst
by Georg Philipp Harsdorfer (1607-1658)
Nun heben an zu klagen die H