A Collection of Poems

On the white head of the old man divine The sun in torrents falls—the August sun— In the fields the yellow grasses smoke with heat: He fr...

It is the coming of the night: they gather to their hearths; they light the scanty flame, and draw the chair closer, and warmth enchants t...

O soothe thy servants' woes, and bring Our souls to thee, most clement King; We seek before thy mercy seat The Virgin's intercess...

One who feels others' grief as his own, Who obliges others in distress Without being swollen with pride, He alone can be called a Vai...

Into the bosom of the one great sea Flow streams that come from hills on every side. Their names are various as their springs. And thus i...

A green, green tree in my courtyard stands. The sunshine loves it, the breezes rock it; But when snow hath fallen, the tree forgetteth Th...

Heart, my heart, no longer mourn, Wail no more the weary days, Spring will freshen all the ways By the winter made forlorn.

Cynthia was the first. She caught me with her eyes, a fool who had never before been touched by desires. I really hung my head in shame w...

“One Kiss, enchanting Maid!" (I cry'd;)— One little Kiss! and then adieu! Your lips, with luscious crimson dyed, To mine with tr...

Carefully, with one hand, she opened her tunic and tendered me her breasts, warm and sweet, just as one offers the goddess a pair of living ...