Virgin of virgins, Mary mild,
Redemption's white and shining gate,
Salvation's portal undefiled,
Help by thy prayers our lowly state.
Sunday, 7 January 2018
Saturday, 6 January 2018
Rome - Francisco de Quevedo
Amid these scenes, O pilgrim, seek’st thou Rome?
Vain is thy search,—the pomp of Rome is fled!
Vain is thy search,—the pomp of Rome is fled!
Friday, 5 January 2018
Cynthia Bathing - Johann Wilhelm Ludwig Gleim
From her fair limbs the last thin veil she drew,
And naked stood in all her charms confess’d,
And naked stood in all her charms confess’d,
Thursday, 4 January 2018
In the Trenches - Maurice Hewlett
As I lay in the trenches
Under the Hunter’s Moon,
My mind ran to the lenches
Cut in a Wiltshire down.
Under the Hunter’s Moon,
My mind ran to the lenches
Cut in a Wiltshire down.
Wednesday, 3 January 2018
Splendid and Terrible - Seamus O'Sullivan
Splendid and terrible your love.
The searing pinions of its flight
The searing pinions of its flight
Tuesday, 2 January 2018
The Conscript - George Cosbuc
I.
Down there in the prairie
Met two brothers from the army.
Said one brother to the other:
“Take this saddle from my horse
And strike me on the head!
What shall we two do at home?
Mother, father, both are dead;
The cattle have grown old in the stable—
Where the house stood, all is grass.”
Down there in the prairie
Met two brothers from the army.
Said one brother to the other:
“Take this saddle from my horse
And strike me on the head!
What shall we two do at home?
Mother, father, both are dead;
The cattle have grown old in the stable—
Where the house stood, all is grass.”
Monday, 1 January 2018
Departure - W. Wilfred Campbell
Old house now ruined, wrecked and gray,
Home once enshrined of love's delight
And all glad promise of the May,
Now hushed in shades of wintry night:—
Home once enshrined of love's delight
And all glad promise of the May,
Now hushed in shades of wintry night:—
Saturday, 30 December 2017
Mors et Vita - Jacopo Sannazzaro
Alas! when I behold this empty show
Of life, and think how soon it shall have fled;
Of life, and think how soon it shall have fled;
Friday, 29 December 2017
As Ocean’s Stream - Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
As ocean’s stream girdles the ball of earth,
From circling seas of dream man’s life emerges,
And as night moves in silence up the firth
The secret tide around our mainland surges.
From circling seas of dream man’s life emerges,
And as night moves in silence up the firth
The secret tide around our mainland surges.
Thursday, 28 December 2017
On the picture of an Infant - Leonidas
Playing near a precipice
While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,
While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,
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