{"title":"Poetry","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eExplore the best poetry books, including popular collections, English poems about love, war, flowers, and twilight. 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We had heard\r\nof this etext for years but it was not until 1991 that we actually managed to\r\ntrack it down to a specific location, and then it took months to convince\r\npeople to let us have a copy, then more months for them actually to do the\r\ncopying and get it to us. Then another month to convert to something we could\r\nmassage with our favorite 486 in DOS. After that is was only a matter of days\r\nto get it into this shape you will see below. The original was, of course, in\r\nCAPS only, and so were all the other etexts of the 60s and early\r\n70s. Dont let anyone fool you into thinking any etext with both\r\nupper and lower case is an original; all those original Project Gutenberg\r\netexts were also in upper case and were translated or rewritten many times to\r\nget them into their current condition. They have been worked on by many people\r\nthroughout the world.\r\n\n\r\nIn the course of our searches for Professor Raben and his etext we were never\r\nable to determine where copies were or which of a variety of editions he may\r\nhave used as a source. We did get a little information here and there, but even\r\nafter we received a copy of the etext we were unwilling to release it without\r\nfirst determining that it was in fact Public Domain and finding Raben to verify\r\nthis and get his permission. Interested enough, in a totally unrelated action\r\nto our searches for him, the professor subscribed to the Project Gutenberg\r\nlistserver and we happened, by accident, to notice his name. (We dont\r\nreally look at every subscription request as the computers usually handle\r\nthem.) The etext was then properly identified, copyright analyzed, and the\r\ncurrent edition prepared.\r\n\n\r\nTo give you an estimation of the difference in the original and what we have\r\ntoday: the original was probably entered on cards commonly known at the time as\r\nIBM cards (Do Not Fold, Spindle or Mutilate) and probably took in\r\nexcess of 100,000 of them. A single card could hold 80 characters (hence 80\r\ncharacters is an accepted standard for so many computer margins), and the\r\nentire original edition we received in all caps was over 800,000 chars in\r\nlength, including line enumeration, symbols for caps and the punctuation marks,\r\netc., since they were not available keyboard characters at the time (probably\r\nthe keyboards operated at baud rates of around 113, meaning the typists had to\r\ntype slowly for the keyboard to keep up).\r\n\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 26 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Milton, John \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Feb 1, 1992 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: English \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Milton, John,1608-1674 \/ eBook \/ English","offer_id":43211078533277,"sku":"gb-26-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/26_3ba19131-a8ff-418a-b556-cb9216b80642.jpg?v=1671247249"},{"product_id":"paradise-regained-gb-58","title":"Paradise Regained","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eParadise Regained\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\r\nI, who erewhile the happy Garden sung\r\nBy one mans disobedience lost, now sing\r\nRecovered Paradise to all mankind,\r\nBy one mans firm obedience fully tried\r\nThrough all temptation, and the Tempter foiled\r\nIn all his wiles, defeated and repulsed,\r\nAnd Eden raised in the waste Wilderness.\r\nThou Spirit, who ledst this glorious Eremite\r\nInto the desert, his victorious field\r\nAgainst the spiritual foe, and broughtst him thence10\r\nBy proof the undoubted Son of God, inspire,\r\nAs thou art wont, my prompted song, else mute,\r\nAnd bear through highth or depth of Natures bounds,\r\nWith prosperous wing full summed, to tell of deeds\r\nAbove heroic, though in secret done,\r\nAnd unrecorded left through many an age:\r\nWorthy to have not remained so long unsung.\r\nNow had the great Proclaimer, with a voice\r\nMore awful than the sound of trumpet, cried\r\nRepentance, and Heavens kingdom nigh at hand20\r\nTo all baptized. To his great baptism flocked\r\nWith awe the regions round, and with them came\r\nFrom Nazareth the son of Joseph deemed\r\nTo the flood Jordancame as then obscure,\r\nUnmarked, unknown. But him the Baptist soon\r\nDescried, divinely warned, and witness bore\r\nAs to his worthier, and would have resigned\r\nTo him his heavenly office. Nor was long\r\nHis witness unconfirmed: on him baptized\r\nHeaven opened, and in likeness of a Dove30\r\nThe Spirit descended, while the Fathers voice\r\nFrom Heaven pronounced him his beloved Son.\r\nThat heard the Adversary, who, roving still\r\nAbout the world, at that assembly famed\r\nWould not be last, and, with the voice divine\r\nNigh thunder-struck, the exalted man to whom\r\nSuch high attest was given a while surveyed\r\nWith wonder; then, with envy fraught and rage,\r\nFlies to his place, nor rests, but in mid air\r\nTo council summons all his mighty Peers,40\r\nWithin thick clouds and dark tenfold involved,\r\nA gloomy consistory; and them amidst,\r\nWith looks aghast and sad, he thus bespake:\r\nO ancient Powers of Air and this wide World\r\n(For much more willingly I mention Air,\r\nThis our old conquest, than remember Hell,\r\nOur hated habitation), well ye know\r\nHow many ages, as the years of men,\r\nThis Universe we have possessed, and ruled\r\nIn manner at our will the affairs of Earth,50\r\nSince Adam and his facile consort Eve\r\nLost Paradise, deceived by me, though since\r\nWith dread attending when that fatal wound\r\nShall be inflicted by the seed of Eve\r\nUpon my head. Long the decrees of Heaven\r\nDelay, for longest time to Him is short;\r\nAnd now, too soon for us, the circling hours\r\nThis dreaded time have compassed, wherein we\r\nMust bide the stroke of that long-threatened wound\r\n(At least, if so we can, and by the head60\r\nBroken be not intended all our power\r\nTo be infringed, our freedom and our being\r\nIn this fair empire won of Earth and Air)\r\nFor this ill news I bring: The Womans Seed,\r\nDestined to this, is late of woman born.\r\nHis birth to our just fear gave no small cause;\r\nBut his growth now to youths full flower, displaying\r\nAll virtue, grace and wisdom to achieve\r\nThings highest, greatest, multiplies my fear.\r\nBefore him a great Prophet, to proclaim70\r\nHis coming, is sent harbinger, who all\r\nInvites, and in the consecrated stream\r\nPretends to wash off sin, and fit them so\r\nPurified to receive him pure, or rather\r\nTo do him honour as their King. All come,\r\nAnd he himself among them was baptized\r\nNot thence to be more pure, but to receive\r\nThe testimony of Heaven, that who he is\r\nThenceforth the nations may not doubt. I saw\r\nThe Prophet do him reverence; on him, rising80\r\nOut of the water, Heaven above the clouds\r\nUnfold her crystal doors; thence on his head\r\nA perfet Dove descend (whateer it meant);\r\nAnd out of Heaven the sovraign voice I heard,\r\nThis is my Son beloved,in him am pleased.\r\nHis mother, than, is mortal, but his Sire\r\nHe who obtains the monarchy of Heaven;\r\nAnd what will He not do to advance his Son?\r\nHis first-begot we know, and sore have felt,\r\nWhen his fierce thunder drove us to the Deep;90\r\nWho this is we must learn, for Man he seems\r\nIn all his lineaments, though in his face\r\nThe glimpses of his Fathers glory shine.\r\nYe see our danger on the utmost edge\r\nOf hazard, which admits no long debate,\r\nBut must with something sudden be opposed\r\n(Not force, but well-couched fraud, well-woven snares),\r\nEre in the head of nations he appear,\r\nTheir king, their leader, and supreme on Earth.\r\nI, when no other durst, sole undertook100\r\nThe dismal expedition to find out\r\nAnd ruin Adam, and the exploit performed\r\nSuccessfully: a calmer voyage now\r\nWill waft me; and the way found prosperous once\r\nInduces best to hope of like success.\r\nHe ended, and his words impression left\r\nOf much amazement to the infernal crew,\r\nDistracted and surprised with deep dismay\r\nAt these sad tidings. But no time was then\r\nFor long indulgence to their fears or grief:110\r\nUnanimous they all commit the care\r\nAnd management of this man enterprise\r\nTo him, their great Dictator, whose attempt\r\nAt first against mankind so well had thrived\r\nIn Adams overthrow, and led their march\r\nFrom Hells deep-vaulted den to dwell in light,\r\nRegents, and potentates, and kings, yea gods,\r\nOf many a pleasant realm and province wide.\r\nSo to the coast of Jordan he directs\r\nHis easy steps, girded with snaky wiles,120\r\nWhere he might likeliest find this new-declared,\r\nThis man of men, attested Son of God,\r\nTemptation and all guile on him to try\r\nSo to subvert whom he suspected raised\r\nTo end his reign on Earth so long enjoyed:\r\nBut, contrary, unweeting he fulfilled\r\nThe purposed counsel, pre-ordained and fixed,\r\nOf the Most High, who, in full frequence bright\r\nOf Angels, thus to Gabriel smiling spake:\r\nGabriel, this day, by proof, thou shalt behold,130\r\nThou and all Angels conversant on Earth\r\nWith Man or mens affairs, how I begin\r\nTo verify that solemn message late,\r\nOn which I sent thee to the Virgin pure\r\nIn Galilee, that she should bear a son,\r\nGreat in renown, and called the Son of God.\r\nThen toldst her, doubting how these things could be\r\nTo her a virgin, that on her should come\r\nThe Holy Ghost, and the power of the Highest\r\nOershadow her. This Man, born and now upgrown,140\r\nTo shew him worthy of his birth divine\r\nAnd high prediction, henceforth I expose\r\nTo Satan; let him tempt, and now assay\r\nHis utmost subtlety, because he boasts\r\nAnd vaunts of his great cunning to the throng\r\nOf his Apostasy. He might have learnt\r\nLess overweening, since he failed in Job,\r\nWhose constant perseverance overcame\r\nWhateer his cruel malice could invent.\r\nHe now shall know I can produce a man,150\r\nOf female seed, far abler to resist\r\nAll his solicitations, and at length\r\nAll his vast force, and drive him back to Hell\r\nWinning by conquest what the first man lost\r\nBy fallacy surprised. But first I mean\r\nTo exercise him in the Wilderness;\r\nThere he shall first lay down the rudiments\r\nOf his great warfare, ere I send him forth\r\nTo conquer Sin and Death, the two grand foes.\r\nBy humiliation and strong sufferance160\r\nHis weakness shall oercome Satanic strength,\r\nAnd all the world, and mass of sinful flesh;\r\nThat all the Angels and aethereal Powers\r\nThey now, and men hereaftermay discern\r\nFrom what consummate virtue I have chose\r\nThis perfet man, by merit called my Son,\r\nTo earn salvation for the sons of men.\r\nSo spake the Eternal Father, and all Heaven\r\nAdmiring stood a space; then into hymns\r\nBurst forth, and in celestial measures moved,170\r\nCircling the throne and singing, while the hand\r\nSung with the voice, and this the argument:\r\nVictory and triumph to the Son of God,\r\nNow entering his great duel, not of arms,\r\nBut to vanquish by wisdom hellish wiles!\r\nThe Father knows the Son; therefore secure\r\nVentures his filial virtue, though untried,\r\nAgainst whateer may tempt, whateer seduce,\r\nAllure, or terrify, or undermine.\r\nBe frustrate, all ye stratagems of Hell,180\r\nAnd, devilish machinations, come to nought!\r\nSo they in Heaven their odes and vigils tuned.\r\nMeanwhile the Son of God, who yet some days\r\nLodged in Bethabara, where John baptized,\r\nMusing and much revolving in his breast\r\nHow best the mighty work he might begin\r\nOf Saviour to mankind, and which way first\r\nPublish his godlike office now mature,\r\nOne day forth walked alone, the Spirit leading\r\nAnd his deep thoughts, the better to converse190\r\nWith solitude, till, far from track of men,\r\nThought following thought, and step by step led on,\r\nHe entered now the bordering Desert wild,\r\nAnd, with dark shades and rocks environed round,\r\nHis holy meditations thus pursued:\r\nO what a multitude of thoughts at once\r\nAwakened in me swarm, while I consider\r\nWhat from within I feel myself, and hear\r\nWhat from without comes often to my ears,\r\nIll sorting with my present state compared!200\r\nWhen I was yet a child, no childish play\r\nTo me was pleasing; all my mind was set\r\nSerious to learn and know, and thence to do,\r\nWhat might be public good; myself I thought\r\nBorn to that end, born to promote all truth,\r\nAll righteous things. Therefore, above my years,\r\nThe Law of God I read, and found it sweet;\r\nMade it my whole delight, and in it grew\r\nTo such perfection that, ere yet my age\r\nHad measured twice six years, at our great Feast210\r\nI went into the Temple, there to hear\r\nThe teachers of our Law, and to propose\r\nWhat might improve my knowledge or their own,\r\nAnd was admired by all. Yet this not all\r\nTo which my spirit aspired. Victorious deeds\r\nFlamed in my heart, heroic actsone while\r\nTo rescue Israel from the Roman yoke;\r\nThen to subdue and quell, oer all the earth,\r\nBrute violence and proud tyrannic power,\r\nTill truth were freed, and equity restored:220\r\nYet held it more humane, more heavenly, first\r\nBy winning words to conquer willing hearts,\r\nAnd make persuasion do the work of fear;\r\nAt least to try, and teach the erring soul,\r\nNot wilfully misdoing, but unware\r\nMisled; the stubborn only to subdue.\r\nThese growing thoughts my mother soon perceiving,\r\nBy words at times cast forth, inly rejoiced,\r\nAnd said to me apart, High are thy thoughts,\r\nO Son! but nourish them, and let them soar230\r\nTo what highth sacred virtue and true worth\r\nCan raise them, though above example high;\r\nBy matchless deeds express thy matchless Sire.\r\nFor know, thou art no son of mortal man;\r\nThough men esteem thee low of parentage,\r\nThy Father is the Eternal King who rules\r\nAll Heaven and Earth, Angels and sons of men.\r\nA messenger from God foretold thy birth\r\nConceived in me a virgin; he foretold\r\nThou shouldst be great, and sit on Davids throne,240\r\nAnd of thy kingdom there should be no end.\r\nAt thy nativity a glorious quire\r\nOf Angels, in the fields of Bethlehem, sung\r\nTo shepherds, watching at their folds by night,\r\nAnd told them the Messiah now was born,\r\nWhere they might see him; and to thee they came,\r\nDirected to the manger where thou layst;\r\nFor in the inn was left no better room.\r\nA Star, not seen before, in heaven appearing,\r\nGuided the Wise Men thither from the East,250\r\nTo honour thee with incense, myrrh, and gold;\r\nBy whose bright course led on they found the place,\r\nAffirming it thy star, new-graven in heaven,\r\nBy which they knew thee King of Israel born.\r\nJust Simeon and prophetic Anna, warned\r\nBy vision, found thee in the Temple, and spake,\r\nBefore the altar and the vested priest,\r\nLike things of thee to all that present stood.\r\nThis having heart, straight I again revolved\r\nThe Law and Prophets, searching what was writ260\r\nConcerning the Messiah, to our scribes\r\nKnown partly, and soon found of whom they spake\r\nI amthis chiefly, that my way must lie\r\nThrough many a hard assay, even to the death,\r\nEre I the promised kingdom can attain,\r\nOr work redemption for mankind, whose sins\r\nFull weight must be transferred upon my head.\r\nYet, neither thus disheartened or dismayed,\r\nThe time prefixed I waited; when behold\r\nThe Baptist (of whose birth I oft had heard,270\r\nNot knew by sight) now come, who was to come\r\nBefore Messiah, and his way prepare!\r\nI, as all others, to his baptism came,\r\nWhich I believed was from above; but he\r\nStraight knew me, and with loudest voice proclaimed\r\nMe him (for it was shewn him so from Heaven)\r\nMe him whose harbinger he was; and first\r\nRefused on me his baptism to confer,\r\nAs much his greater, and was hardly won.\r\nBut, as I rose out of the laving stream,280\r\nHeaven opened her eternal doors, from whence\r\nThe Spirit descended on me like a Dove;\r\nAnd last, the sum of all, my Fathers voice,\r\nAudibly heard from Heaven, pronounced me his,\r\nMe his beloved Son, in whom alone\r\nHe was well pleased: by which I knew the time\r\nNow full, that I no more should live obscure,\r\nBut openly begin, as best becomes\r\nThe authority which I derived from Heaven.\r\nAnd now by some strong motion I am led290\r\nInto this wilderness; to what intent\r\nI learn not yet. Perhaps I need not know;\r\nFor what concerns my knowledge God reveals.\r\nSo spake our Morning Star, then in his rise,\r\nAnd, looking round, on every side beheld\r\nA pathless desert, dusk with horrid shades.\r\nThe way he came, not having marked return,\r\nWas difficult, by human steps untrod;\r\nAnd he still on was led, but with such thoughts\r\nAccompanied of things past and to come300\r\nLodged in his breast as well might recommend\r\nSuch solitude before choicest society.\r\nFull forty days he passedwhether on hill\r\nSometimes, anon in shady vale, each night\r\nUnder the covert of some ancient oak\r\nOr cedar to defend him from the dew,\r\nOr harboured in one cave, is not revealed;\r\nNor tasted human food, nor hunger felt,\r\nTill those days ended; hungered then at last\r\nAmong wild beasts. They at his sight grew mild,310\r\nNor sleeping him nor waking harmed; his walk\r\nThe fiery serpent fled and noxious worm;\r\nThe lion and fierce tiger glared aloof.\r\nBut now an aged man in rural weeds,\r\nFollowing, as seemed, the quest of some stray eye,\r\nOr withered sticks to gather, which might serve\r\nAgainst a winters day, when winds blow keen,\r\nTo warm him wet returned from field at eve,\r\nHe saw approach; who first with curious eye\r\nPerused him, then with words thus uttered spake:320\r\nSir, what ill chance hath brought thee to this place,\r\nSo far from path or road of men, who pass\r\nIn troop or caravan? for single none\r\nDurst ever, who returned, and dropt not here\r\nHis carcass, pined with hunger and with droughth.\r\nI ask the rather, and the more admire,\r\nFor that to me thou seemst the man whom late\r\nOur new baptizing Prophet at the ford\r\nOf Jordan honoured so, and called thee Son\r\nOf God. I saw and heard, for we sometimes330\r\nWho dwell this wild, constrained by want, come forth\r\nTo town or village nigh (nighest is far),\r\nWhere aught we hear, and curious are to hear,\r\nWhat happens new; fame also finds us out.\r\nTo whom the Son of God:Who brought me hither\r\nWill bring me hence; no other guide I seek.\r\nBy miracle he may, replied the swain;\r\nWhat other way I see not; for we here\r\nLive on tough roots and stubs, to thirst inured\r\nMore than the camel, and to drink go far340\r\nMen to much misery and hardship born.\r\nBut, if thou be the Son of God, command\r\nThat out of these hard stones be made thee bread;\r\nSo shalt thou save thyself, and us relieve\r\nWith food, whereof we wretched seldom taste.\r\nHe ended, and the Son of God replied:\r\nThinkst thou such force in bread? Is it not written\r\n(For I discern thee other than thou seemst),\r\nMan lives not by bread only, but each word\r\nProceeding from the mouth of God, who fed350\r\nOur fathers here with manna? 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Though I have lost\r\nMuch lustre of my native brightness, lost\r\nTo be beloved of God, I have not lost\r\nTo love, at least contemplate and admire,380\r\nWhat I see excellent in good, or fair,\r\nOr virtuous; I should so have lost all sense.\r\nWhat can be then less in me than desire\r\nTo see thee and approach thee, whom I know\r\nDeclared the Son of God, to hear attent\r\nThy wisdom, and behold thy godlike deeds?\r\nMen generally think me much a foe\r\nTo all mankind. Why should I? they to me\r\nNever did wrong or violence. 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Thou comst, indeed,410\r\nAs a poor miserable captive thrall\r\nComes to the place where he before had sat\r\nAmong the prime in splendour, now deposed,\r\nEjected, emptied, gazed, unpitied, shunned,\r\nA spectacle of ruin, or of scorn,\r\nTo all the host of Heaven. The happy place\r\nImparts to thee no happiness, no joy\r\nRather inflames thy torment, representing\r\nLost bliss, to thee no more communicable;\r\nSo never more in Hell than when in Heaven.420\r\nBut thou art serviceable to Heavens King!\r\nWilt thou impute to obedience what thy fear\r\nExtorts, or pleasure to do ill excites?\r\nWhat but thy malice moved thee to misdeem\r\nOf righteous Job, then cruelly to afflict him\r\nWith all inflictions? but his patience won.\r\nThe other service was thy chosen task,\r\nTo be a liar in four hundred mouths;\r\nFor lying is thy sustenance, thy food.\r\nYet thou pretendst to truth! all oracles430\r\nBy thee are given, and what confessed more true\r\nAmong the nations? 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Dido,\r\n      by device of Venus, begins to have a passion for him, and, after some discourse\r\n      with him, desires the history of his adventures since the siege of Troy,\r\n      which is the subject of the two following books.\r\n      \n\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 228 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Mar 1, 1995 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: English \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eContributors\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTranslator\u003c\/b\u003e: Dryden, John, 1631-1700 \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \/ eBook \/ English","offer_id":43211098783901,"sku":"gb-228-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/228_08300e68-3a60-4ca6-b496-f29d3083b084.jpg?v=1671247636"},{"product_id":"the-bucolics-and-eclogues-gb-229","title":"The Bucolics and Eclogues","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Bucolics and Eclogues\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\nT. O Meliboee, deus nobis haec otia fecit:\r\nnamque erit ille mihi semper deus; illius aram\r\nsaepe tener nostris ab ovilibus imbuet agnus.\r\nIlle meas errare boves, ut cernis, et ipsum\r\nludere, quae vellem, calamo permisit agresti\n\n\nM. Non equidem invideo; miror magis:  undique totis\r\nusque adeo turbatur agris.  En, ipse capellas\r\nprotinus aeger ago; hanc etiam vix, Tityre, duco:\r\nhic inter densas corylos modo namque gemellos,\r\nspem gregis, ah, silice in nuda conixa reliquit.\r\nSaepe malum hoc nobis, si mens non laeva fuisset,\r\nde caelo tactas memini praedicere quercus:\r\n[saepe sinistra cava praedixit ab ilice cornix.]\r\nSed tamen, iste deus qui sit, da, Tityre, nobis.\n\n\nT. Urbem, quam dicunt Romam, Meliboee, putavi\r\nstultus ego huic nostrae similem, quo saepe solemus\r\npastores ovium teneros depellere fetus:\r\nsic canibus catulos similis, sic matribus haedos\r\nnoram, sic parvis componere magna solebam:\r\nverum haec tantum alias inter caput extulit urbes,\r\nquantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.\n\n\nT. Libertas; quae sera, tamen respexit inertem,\r\ncandidior postquam tondenti barba cadebat;\r\nrespexit tamen, et longo post tempore venit,\r\npostquam nos Amaryllis habet, Galatea reliquit:\r\nnamque, fatebor enim, dum me Galatea tenebat,\r\nnec spes libertatis erat, nec cura peculi:\r\nquamvis multa meis exiret victima saeptis,\r\npinguis et ingratae premeretur caseus urbi,\r\nnon umquam gravis aere domum mihi dextra redibat.\n\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 229 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Mar 1, 1995 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: Latin \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \/ eBook \/ Latin","offer_id":43211098882205,"sku":"gb-229-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/229_ebbd8f6e-b2ca-490d-9221-97fc9f0bdcc6.jpg?v=1671247638"},{"product_id":"the-bucolics-and-eclogues-gb-230","title":"The Bucolics and Eclogues","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Bucolics and Eclogues\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\r\nMELIBOEUS\r\nYou, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy\r\nReclining, on the slender oat rehearse\r\nYour silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,\r\nAnd home's familiar bounds, even now depart.\r\nExiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, you\r\nSit careless in the shade, and, at your call,\r\n\"Fair Amaryllis\" bid the woods resound.\n\n\r\nTITYRUS\r\nO Meliboeus, 'twas a god vouchsafed\r\nThis ease to us, for him a god will I\r\nDeem ever, and from my folds a tender lamb\r\nOft with its life-blood shall his altar stain.\r\nHis gift it is that, as your eyes may see,\r\nMy kine may roam at large, and I myself\r\nPlay on my shepherd's pipe what songs I will.\n\n\r\nMELIBOEUS\r\nI grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,\r\nSuch wide confusion fills the country-side.\r\nSee, sick at heart I drive my she-goats on,\r\nAnd this one, O my Tityrus, scarce can lead:\r\nFor 'mid the hazel-thicket here but now\r\nShe dropped her new-yeaned twins on the bare flint,\r\nHope of the flock- an ill, I mind me well,\r\nWhich many a time, but for my blinded sense,\r\nThe thunder-stricken oak foretold, oft too\r\nFrom hollow trunk the raven's ominous cry.\r\nBut who this god of yours? Come, Tityrus, tell.\n\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 230 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Mar 1, 1995 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: English \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \/ eBook \/ English","offer_id":43211099144349,"sku":"gb-230-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/230_fe6a7b11-a153-4c49-bece-3de92b1cc8bf.jpg?v=1671247640"},{"product_id":"the-georgics-gb-231","title":"The Georgics","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eGeorgicon\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\r\nQuid faciat laetas segetes, quo sidere terram\r\nvertere, Maecenas, ulmisque adiungere vitis\r\nconveniat, quae cura boum, qui cultus habendo\r\nsit pecori, apibus quanta experientia parcis,\r\nhinc canere incipiam.  Vos, o clarissima mundi\r\nlumina, labentem caelo quae ducitis annum,\r\nLiber et alma Ceres, vestro si munere tellus\r\nChaoniam pingui glandem mutavit arista,\r\npoculaque inventis Acheloia miscuit uvis;\r\net vos, agrestum praesentia numina, Fauni,\r\nferte simul Faunique pedem Dryadesque puellae:\r\nMunera vestra cano.  Tuque o, cui prima frementem\r\nfudit equum magno tellus percussa tridenti,\r\nNeptune; et cultor nemorum, cui pinguia Ceae\r\nter centum nivei tondent dumeta iuvenci;\r\nipse nemus linquens patrium saltusque Lycaei,\r\nPan, ovium custos, tua si tibi Maenala curae,\r\nadsis, o Tegeaee, favens, oleaeque Minerva\r\ninventrix, uncique puer monstrator aratri,\r\net teneram ab radice ferens, Silvane, cupressum,\r\ndique deaeque omnes, studium quibus arva tueri,\r\nquique novas alitis non ullo semine fruges,\r\nquique satis largum caelo demittitis imbrem;\r\ntuque adeo, quem mox quae sint habitura deorum\r\nconcilia, incertum est, urbisne invisere, Caesar,\r\nterrarumque velis curam et te maximus orbis\r\nauctorem frugum tempestatumque potentem\r\naccipiat, cingens materna tempora myrto,\r\nan deus inmensi venias maris ac tua nautae\r\nnumina sola colant, tibi serviat ultima Thule\r\nteque sibi generum Tethys emat omnibus undis,\r\nanne novum tardis sidus te mensibus addas,\r\nqua locus Erigonen inter Chelasque sequentis\r\npanditur-ipse tibi iam bracchia contrahit ardens\r\nScorpius et caeli iusta plus parte reliquit-\r\nquidquid eris,-nam te nec sperant Tartara regem\r\nnec tibi regnandi veniat tam dira cupido,\r\nquamvis Elysios miretur Graecia campos\r\nnec repetita sequi curet Proserpina matrem-\r\nda facilem cursum atque audacibus adnue coeptis\r\nignarosque viae mecum miseratus agrestis\r\ningredere et votis iam nunc adsuesce vocari.\n\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 231 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Mar 1, 1995 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: Latin \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Virgil, 70 BCE-19 BCE \/ eBook \/ Latin","offer_id":43211099177117,"sku":"gb-231-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/231_5887f611-524a-4a66-9865-e86eff177530.jpg?v=1671247642"},{"product_id":"the-georgics-gb-232","title":"The Georgics","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Georgics\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\r\nWhat makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star\r\nMaecenas, it is meet to turn the sod\r\nOr marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;\r\nWhat pains for cattle-keeping, or what proof\r\nOf patient trial serves for thrifty bees;-\r\nSuch are my themes.\nO universal lights\r\nMost glorious! ye that lead the gliding year\r\nAlong the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,\r\nIf by your bounty holpen earth once changed\r\nChaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,\r\nAnd mingled with the grape, your new-found gift,\r\nThe draughts of Achelous; and ye Fauns\r\nTo rustics ever kind, come foot it, Fauns\r\nAnd Dryad-maids together; your gifts I sing.\r\nAnd thou, for whose delight the war-horse first\r\nSprang from earth's womb at thy great trident's stroke,\r\nNeptune; and haunter of the groves, for whom\r\nThree hundred snow-white heifers browse the brakes,\r\nThe fertile brakes of Ceos; and clothed in power,\r\nThy native forest and Lycean lawns,\r\nPan, shepherd-god, forsaking, as the love\r\nOf thine own Maenalus constrains thee, hear\r\nAnd help, O lord of Tegea! And thou, too,\r\nMinerva, from whose hand the olive sprung;\r\nAnd boy-discoverer of the curved plough;\r\nAnd, bearing a young cypress root-uptorn,\r\nSilvanus, and Gods all and Goddesses,\r\nWho make the fields your care, both ye who nurse\r\nThe tender unsown increase, and from heaven\r\nShed on man's sowing the riches of your rain:\r\nAnd thou, even thou, of whom we know not yet\r\nWhat mansion of the skies shall hold thee soon,\r\nWhether to watch o'er cities be thy will,\r\nGreat Caesar, and to take the earth in charge,\r\nThat so the mighty world may welcome thee\r\nLord of her increase, master of her times,\r\nBinding thy mother's myrtle round thy brow,\r\nOr as the boundless ocean's God thou come,\r\nSole dread of seamen, till far Thule bow\r\nBefore thee, and Tethys win thee to her son\r\nWith all her waves for dower; or as a star\r\nLend thy fresh beams our lagging months to cheer,\r\nWhere 'twixt the Maid and those pursuing Claws\r\nA space is opening; see! red Scorpio's self\r\nHis arms draws in, yea, and hath left thee more\r\nThan thy full meed of heaven: be what thou wilt-\r\nFor neither Tartarus hopes to call thee king,\r\nNor may so dire a lust of sovereignty\r\nE'er light upon thee, howso Greece admire\r\nElysium's fields, and Proserpine not heed\r\nHer mother's voice entreating to return-\r\nVouchsafe a prosperous voyage, and smile on this\r\nMy bold endeavour, and pitying, even as I,\r\nThese poor way-wildered swains, at once begin,\r\nGrow timely used unto the voice of prayer.\nIn early spring-tide, when the icy drip\r\nMelts from the mountains hoar, and Zephyr's breath\r\nUnbinds the crumbling clod, even then 'tis time;\r\nPress deep your plough behind the groaning ox,\r\nAnd teach the furrow-burnished share to shine.\r\nThat land the craving farmer's prayer fulfils,\r\nWhich twice the sunshine, twice the frost has felt;\r\nAy, that's the land whose boundless harvest-crops\r\nBurst, see! the barns.\nBut ere our metal cleave\r\nAn unknown surface, heed we to forelearn\r\nThe winds and varying temper of the sky,\r\nThe lineal tilth and habits of the spot,\r\nWhat every region yields, and what denies.\r\nHere blithelier springs the corn, and here the grape,\r\nThere earth is green with tender growth of trees\r\nAnd grass unbidden. See how from Tmolus comes\r\nThe saffron's fragrance, ivory from Ind,\r\nFrom Saba's weakling sons their frankincense,\r\nIron from the naked Chalybs, castor rank\r\nFrom Pontus, from Epirus the prize-palms\r\nO' the mares of Elis.\nSuch the eternal bond\r\nAnd such the laws by Nature's hand imposed\r\nOn clime and clime, e'er since the primal dawn\r\nWhen old Deucalion on the unpeopled earth\r\nCast stones, whence men, a flinty race, were reared.\r\nUp then! if fat the soil, let sturdy bulls\r\nUpturn it from the year's first opening months,\r\nAnd let the clods lie bare till baked to dust\r\nBy the ripe suns of summer; but if the earth\r\nLess fruitful just ere Arcturus rise\r\nWith shallower trench uptilt it- 'twill suffice;\r\nThere, lest weeds choke the crop's luxuriance, here,\r\nLest the scant moisture fail the barren sand.\nThen thou shalt suffer in alternate years\r\nThe new-reaped fields to rest, and on the plain\r\nA crust of sloth to harden; or, when stars\r\nAre changed in heaven, there sow the golden grain\r\nWhere erst, luxuriant with its quivering pod,\r\nPulse, or the slender vetch-crop, thou hast cleared,\r\nAnd lupin sour, whose brittle stalks arise,\r\nA hurtling forest. For the plain is parched\r\nBy flax-crop, parched by oats, by poppies parched\r\nIn Lethe-slumber drenched. Nathless by change\r\nThe travailing earth is lightened, but stint not\r\nWith refuse rich to soak the thirsty soil,\r\nAnd shower foul ashes o'er the exhausted fields.\r\nThus by rotation like repose is gained,\r\nNor earth meanwhile uneared and thankless left.\r\nOft, too, 'twill boot to fire the naked fields,\r\nAnd the light stubble burn with crackling flames;\r\nWhether that earth therefrom some hidden strength\r\nAnd fattening food derives, or that the fire\r\nBakes every blemish out, and sweats away\r\nEach useless humour, or that the heat unlocks\r\nNew passages and secret pores, whereby\r\nTheir life-juice to the tender blades may win;\r\nOr that it hardens more and helps to bind\r\nThe gaping veins, lest penetrating showers,\r\nOr fierce sun's ravening might, or searching blast\r\nOf the keen north should sear them. Well, I wot,\r\nHe serves the fields who with his harrow breaks\r\nThe sluggish clods, and hurdles osier-twined\r\nHales o'er them; from the far Olympian height\r\nHim golden Ceres not in vain regards;\r\nAnd he, who having ploughed the fallow plain\r\nAnd heaved its furrowy ridges, turns once more\r\nCross-wise his shattering share, with stroke on stroke\r\nThe earth assails, and makes the field his thrall.\nPray for wet summers and for winters fine,\r\nYe husbandmen; in winter's dust the crops\r\nExceedingly rejoice, the field hath joy;\r\nNo tilth makes Mysia lift her head so high,\r\nNor Gargarus his own harvests so admire.\r\nWhy tell of him, who, having launched his seed,\r\nSets on for close encounter, and rakes smooth\r\nThe dry dust hillocks, then on the tender corn\r\nLets in the flood, whose waters follow fain;\r\nAnd when the parched field quivers, and all the blades\r\nAre dying, from the brow of its hill-bed,\r\nSee! see! he lures the runnel; down it falls,\r\nWaking hoarse murmurs o'er the polished stones,\r\nAnd with its bubblings slakes the thirsty fields?\r\nOr why of him, who lest the heavy ears\r\nO'erweigh the stalk, while yet in tender blade\r\nFeeds down the crop's luxuriance, when its growth\r\nFirst tops the furrows? Why of him who drains\r\nThe marsh-land's gathered ooze through soaking sand,\r\nChiefly what time in treacherous moons a stream\r\nGoes out in spate, and with its coat of slime\r\nHolds all the country, whence the hollow dykes\r\nSweat steaming vapour?\nBut no whit the more\r\nFor all expedients tried and travail borne\r\nBy man and beast in turning oft the soil,\r\nDo greedy goose and Strymon-haunting cranes\r\nAnd succory's bitter fibres cease to harm,\r\nOr shade not injure. The great Sire himself\r\nNo easy road to husbandry assigned,\r\nAnd first was he by human skill to rouse\r\nThe slumbering glebe, whetting the minds of men\r\nWith care on care, nor suffering realm of his\r\nIn drowsy sloth to stagnate. Before Jove\r\nFields knew no taming hand of husbandmen;\r\nTo mark the plain or mete with boundary-line-\r\nEven this was impious; for the common stock\r\nThey gathered, and the earth of her own will\r\nAll things more freely, no man bidding, bore.\r\nHe to black serpents gave their venom-bane,\r\nAnd bade the wolf go prowl, and ocean toss;\r\nShook from the leaves their honey, put fire away,\r\nAnd curbed the random rivers running wine,\r\nThat use by gradual dint of thought on thought\r\nMight forge the various arts, with furrow's help\r\nThe corn-blade win, and strike out hidden fire\r\nFrom the flint's heart. Then first the streams were ware\r\nOf hollowed alder-hulls: the sailor then\r\nTheir names and numbers gave to star and star,\r\nPleiads and Hyads, and Lycaon's child\r\nBright Arctos; how with nooses then was found\r\nTo catch wild beasts, and cozen them with lime,\r\nAnd hem with hounds the mighty forest-glades.\r\nSoon one with hand-net scourges the broad stream,\r\nProbing its depths, one drags his dripping toils\r\nAlong the main; then iron's unbending might,\r\nAnd shrieking saw-blade,- for the men of old\r\nWith wedges wont to cleave the splintering log;-\r\nThen divers arts arose; toil conquered all,\r\nRemorseless toil, and poverty's shrewd push\r\nIn times of hardship. Ceres was the first\r\nSet mortals on with tools to turn the sod,\r\nWhen now the awful groves 'gan fail to bear\r\nAcorns and arbutes, and her wonted food\r\nDodona gave no more. Soon, too, the corn\r\nGat sorrow's increase, that an evil blight\r\nAte up the stalks, and thistle reared his spines\r\nAn idler in the fields; the crops die down;\r\nUpsprings instead a shaggy growth of burrs\r\nAnd caltrops; and amid the corn-fields trim\r\nUnfruitful darnel and wild oats have sway.\r\nWherefore, unless thou shalt with ceaseless rake\r\nThe weeds pursue, with shouting scare the birds,\r\nPrune with thy hook the dark field's matted shade,\r\nPray down the showers, all vainly thou shalt eye,\r\nAlack! thy neighbour's heaped-up harvest-mow,\r\nAnd in the greenwood from a shaken oak\r\nSeek solace for thine hunger.\nNow to tell\r\nThe sturdy rustics' weapons, what they are,\r\nWithout which, neither can be sown nor reared\r\nThe fruits of harvest; first the bent plough's share\r\nAnd heavy timber, and slow-lumbering wains\r\nOf the Eleusinian mother, threshing-sleighs\r\nAnd drags, and harrows with their crushing weight;\r\nThen the cheap wicker-ware of Celeus old,\r\nHurdles of arbute, and thy mystic fan,\r\nIacchus; which, full tale, long ere the time\r\nThou must with heed lay by, if thee await\r\nNot all unearned the country's crown divine.\r\nWhile yet within the woods, the elm is tamed\r\nAnd bowed with mighty force to form the stock,\r\nAnd take the plough's curved shape, then nigh the root\r\nA pole eight feet projecting, earth-boards twain,\r\nAnd share-beam with its double back they fix.\r\nFor yoke is early hewn a linden light,\r\nAnd a tall beech for handle, from behind\r\nTo turn the car at lowest: then o'er the hearth\r\nThe wood they hang till the smoke knows it well.\nMany the precepts of the men of old\r\nI can recount thee, so thou start not back,\r\nAnd such slight cares to learn not weary thee.\r\nAnd this among the first: thy threshing-floor\r\nWith ponderous roller must be levelled smooth,\r\nAnd wrought by hand, and fixed with binding chalk,\r\nLest weeds arise, or dust a passage win\r\nSplitting the surface, then a thousand plagues\r\nMake sport of it: oft builds the tiny mouse\r\nHer home, and plants her granary, underground,\r\nOr burrow for their bed the purblind moles,\r\nOr toad is found in hollows, and all the swarm\r\nOf earth's unsightly creatures; or a huge\r\nCorn-heap the weevil plunders, and the ant,\r\nFearful of coming age and penury.\nMark too, what time the walnut in the woods\r\nWith ample bloom shall clothe her, and bow down\r\nHer odorous branches, if the fruit prevail,\r\nLike store of grain will follow, and there shall come\r\nA mighty winnowing-time with mighty heat;\r\nBut if the shade with wealth of leaves abound,\r\nVainly your threshing-floor will bruise the stalks\r\nRich but in chaff. Many myself have seen\r\nSteep, as they sow, their pulse-seeds, drenching them\r\nWith nitre and black oil-lees, that the fruit\r\nMight swell within the treacherous pods, and they\r\nMake speed to boil at howso small a fire.\r\nYet, culled with caution, proved with patient toil,\r\nThese have I seen degenerate, did not man\r\nPut forth his hand with power, and year by year\r\nChoose out the largest. So, by fate impelled,\r\nSpeed all things to the worse, and backward borne\r\nGlide from us; even as who with struggling oars\r\nUp stream scarce pulls a shallop, if he chance\r\nHis arms to slacken, lo! with headlong force\r\nThe current sweeps him down the hurrying tide.\nUs too behoves Arcturus' sign observe,\r\nAnd the Kids' seasons and the shining Snake,\r\nNo less than those who o'er the windy main\r\nBorne homeward tempt the Pontic, and the jaws\r\nOf oyster-rife Abydos. When the Scales\r\nNow poising fair the hours of sleep and day\r\nGive half the world to sunshine, half to shade,\r\nThen urge your bulls, my masters; sow the plain\r\nEven to the verge of tameless winter's showers\r\nWith barley: then, too, time it is to hide\r\nYour flax in earth, and poppy, Ceres' joy,\r\nAye, more than time to bend above the plough,\r\nWhile earth, yet dry, forbids not, and the clouds\r\nAre buoyant. With the spring comes bean-sowing;\r\nThee, too, Lucerne, the crumbling furrows then\r\nReceive, and millet's annual care returns,\r\nWhat time the white bull with his gilded horns\r\nOpens the year, before whose threatening front,\r\nRouted the dog-star sinks. But if it be\r\nFor wheaten harvest and the hardy spelt,\r\nThou tax the soil, to corn-ears wholly given,\r\nLet Atlas' daughters hide them in the dawn,\r\nThe Cretan star, a crown of fire, depart,\r\nOr e'er the furrow's claim of seed thou quit,\r\nOr haste thee to entrust the whole year's hope\r\nTo earth that would not. Many have begun\r\nEre Maia's star be setting; these, I trow,\r\nTheir looked-for harvest fools with empty ears.\r\nBut if the vetch and common kidney-bean\r\nThou'rt fain to sow, nor scorn to make thy care\r\nPelusiac lentil, no uncertain sign\r\nBootes' fall will send thee; then begin,\r\nPursue thy sowing till half the frosts be done.\nTherefore it is the golden sun, his course\r\nInto fixed parts dividing, rules his way\r\nThrough the twelve constellations of the world.\r\nFive zones the heavens contain; whereof is one\r\nAye red with flashing sunlight, fervent aye\r\nFrom fire; on either side to left and right\r\nAre traced the utmost twain, stiff with blue ice,\r\nAnd black with scowling storm-clouds, and betwixt\r\nThese and the midmost, other twain there lie,\r\nBy the Gods' grace to heart-sick mortals given,\r\nAnd a path cleft between them, where might wheel\r\nOn sloping plane the system of the Signs.\r\nAnd as toward Scythia and Rhipaean heights\r\nThe world mounts upward, likewise sinks it down\r\nToward Libya and the south, this pole of ours\r\nStill towering high, that other, 'neath their feet,\r\nBy dark Styx frowned on, and the abysmal shades.\r\nHere glides the huge Snake forth with sinuous coils\r\n'Twixt the two Bears and round them river-wise-\r\nThe Bears that fear 'neath Ocean's brim to dip.\r\nThere either, say they, reigns the eternal hush\r\nOf night that knows no seasons, her black pall\r\nThick-mantling fold on fold; or thitherward\r\nFrom us returning Dawn brings back the day;\r\nAnd when the first breath of his panting steeds\r\nOn us the Orient flings, that hour with them\r\nRed Vesper 'gins to trim his his 'lated fires.\r\nHence under doubtful skies forebode we can\r\nThe coming tempests, hence both harvest-day\r\nAnd seed-time, when to smite the treacherous main\r\nWith driving oars, when launch the fair-rigged fleet,\r\nOr in ripe hour to fell the forest-pine.\r\nHence, too, not idly do we watch the stars-\r\nTheir rising and their setting-and the year,\r\nFour varying seasons to one law conformed.\nIf chilly showers e'er shut the farmer's door,\r\nMuch that had soon with sunshine cried for haste,\r\nHe may forestall; the ploughman batters keen\r\nHis blunted share's hard tooth, scoops from a tree\r\nHis troughs, or on the cattle stamps a brand,\r\nOr numbers on the corn-heaps; some make sharp\r\nThe stakes and two-pronged forks, and willow-bands\r\nAmerian for the bending vine prepare.\r\nNow let the pliant basket plaited be\r\nOf bramble-twigs; now set your corn to parch\r\nBefore the fire; now bruise it with the stone.\r\nNay even on holy days some tasks to ply\r\nIs right and lawful: this no ban forbids,\r\nTo turn the runnel's course, fence corn-fields in,\r\nMake springes for the birds, burn up the briars,\r\nAnd plunge in wholesome stream the bleating flock.\r\nOft too with oil or apples plenty-cheap\r\nThe creeping ass's ribs his driver packs,\r\nAnd home from town returning brings instead\r\nA dented mill-stone or black lump of pitch.\nThe moon herself in various rank assigns\r\nThe days for labour lucky: fly the fifth;\r\nThen sprang pale Orcus and the Eumenides;\r\nEarth then in awful labour brought to light\r\nCoeus, Iapetus, and Typhoeus fell,\r\nAnd those sworn brethren banded to break down\r\nThe gates of heaven; thrice, sooth to say, they strove\r\nOssa on Pelion's top to heave and heap,\r\nAye, and on Ossa to up-roll amain\r\nLeafy Olympus; thrice with thunderbolt\r\nTheir mountain-stair the Sire asunder smote.\r\nSeventh after tenth is lucky both to set\r\nThe vine in earth, and take and tame the steer,\r\nAnd fix the leashes to the warp; the ninth\r\nTo runagates is kinder, cross to thieves.\nMany the tasks that lightlier lend themselves\r\nIn chilly night, or when the sun is young,\r\nAnd Dawn bedews the world. By night 'tis best\r\nTo reap light stubble, and parched fields by night;\r\nFor nights the suppling moisture never fails.\r\nAnd one will sit the long late watches out\r\nBy winter fire-light, shaping with keen blade\r\nThe torches to a point; his wife the while,\r\nHer tedious labour soothing with a song,\r\nSpeeds the shrill comb along the warp, or else\r\nWith Vulcan's aid boils the sweet must-juice down,\r\nAnd skims with leaves the quivering cauldron's wave.\nBut ruddy Ceres in mid heat is mown,\r\nAnd in mid heat the parched ears are bruised\r\nUpon the floor; to plough strip, strip to sow;\r\nWinter's the lazy time for husbandmen.\r\nIn the cold season farmers wont to taste\r\nThe increase of their toil, and yield themselves\r\nTo mutual interchange of festal cheer.\r\nBoon winter bids them, and unbinds their cares,\r\nAs laden keels, when now the port they touch,\r\nAnd happy sailors crown the sterns with flowers.\r\nNathless then also time it is to strip\r\nAcorns from oaks, and berries from the bay,\r\nOlives, and bleeding myrtles, then to set\r\nSnares for the crane, and meshes for the stag,\r\nAnd hunt the long-eared hares, then pierce the doe\r\nWith whirl of hempen-thonged Balearic sling,\r\nWhile snow lies deep, and streams are drifting ice.\nWhat need to tell of autumn's storms and stars,\r\nAnd wherefore men must watch, when now the day\r\nGrows shorter, and more soft the summer's heat?\r\nWhen Spring the rain-bringer comes rushing down,\r\nOr when the beards of harvest on the plain\r\nBristle already, and the milky corn\r\nOn its green stalk is swelling? Many a time,\r\nWhen now the farmer to his yellow fields\r\nThe reaping-hind came bringing, even in act\r\nTo lop the brittle barley stems, have I\r\nSeen all the windy legions clash in war\r\nTogether, as to rend up far and wide\r\nThe heavy corn-crop from its lowest roots,\r\nAnd toss it skyward: so might winter's flaw,\r\nDark-eddying, whirl light stalks and flying straws.\nOft too comes looming vast along the sky\r\nA march of waters; mustering from above,\r\nThe clouds roll up the tempest, heaped and grim\r\nWith angry showers: down falls the height of heaven,\r\nAnd with a great rain floods the smiling crops,\r\nThe oxen's labour: now the dikes fill fast,\r\nAnd the void river-beds swell thunderously,\r\nAnd all the panting firths of Ocean boil.\r\nThe Sire himself in midnight of the clouds\r\nWields with red hand the levin; through all her bulk\r\nEarth at the hurly quakes; the beasts are fled,\r\nAnd mortal hearts of every kindred sunk\r\nIn cowering terror; he with flaming brand\r\nAthos, or Rhodope, or Ceraunian crags\r\nPrecipitates: then doubly raves the South\r\nWith shower on blinding shower, and woods and coasts\r\nWail fitfully beneath the mighty blast.\r\nThis fearing, mark the months and Signs of heaven,\r\nWhither retires him Saturn's icy star,\r\nAnd through what heavenly cycles wandereth\r\nThe glowing orb Cyllenian. Before all\r\nWorship the Gods, and to great Ceres pay\r\nHer yearly dues upon the happy sward\r\nWith sacrifice, anigh the utmost end\r\nOf winter, and when Spring begins to smile.\r\nThen lambs are fat, and wines are mellowest then;\r\nThen sleep is sweet, and dark the shadows fall\r\nUpon the mountains. Let your rustic youth\r\nTo Ceres do obeisance, one and all;\r\nAnd for her pleasure thou mix honeycombs\r\nWith milk and the ripe wine-god; thrice for luck\r\nAround the young corn let the victim go,\r\nAnd all the choir, a joyful company,\r\nAttend it, and with shouts bid Ceres come\r\nTo be their house-mate; and let no man dare\r\nPut sickle to the ripened ears until,\r\nWith woven oak his temples chapleted,\r\nHe foot the rugged dance and chant the lay.\nAye, and that these things we might win to know\r\nBy certain tokens, heats, and showers, and winds\r\nThat bring the frost, the Sire of all himself\r\nOrdained what warnings in her monthly round\r\nThe moon should give, what bodes the south wind's fall,\r\nWhat oft-repeated sights the herdsman seeing\r\nShould keep his cattle closer to their stalls.\r\nNo sooner are the winds at point to rise,\r\nThan either Ocean's firths begin to toss\r\nAnd swell, and a dry crackling sound is heard\r\nUpon the heights, or one loud ferment booms\r\nThe beach afar, and through the forest goes\r\nA murmur multitudinous. By this\r\nScarce can the billow spare the curved keels,\r\nWhen swift the sea-gulls from the middle main\r\nCome winging, and their shrieks are shoreward borne,\r\nWhen ocean-loving cormorants on dry land\r\nBesport them, and the hern, her marshy haunts\r\nForsaking, mounts above the soaring cloud.\r\nOft, too, when wind is toward, the stars thou'lt see\r\nFrom heaven shoot headlong, and through murky night\r\nLong trails of fire white-glistening in their wake,\r\nOr light chaff flit in air with fallen leaves,\r\nOr feathers on the wave-top float and play.\r\nBut when from regions of the furious North\r\nIt lightens, and when thunder fills the halls\r\nOf Eurus and of Zephyr, all the fields\r\nWith brimming dikes are flooded, and at sea\r\nNo mariner but furls his dripping sails.\r\nNever at unawares did shower annoy:\r\nOr, as it rises, the high-soaring cranes\r\nFlee to the vales before it, with face\r\nUpturned to heaven, the heifer snuffs the gale\r\nThrough gaping nostrils, or about the meres\r\nShrill-twittering flits the swallow, and the frogs\r\nCrouch in the mud and chant their dirge of old.\r\nOft, too, the ant from out her inmost cells,\r\nFretting the narrow path, her eggs conveys;\r\nOr the huge bow sucks moisture; or a host\r\nOf rooks from food returning in long line\r\nClamour with jostling wings. Now mayst thou see\r\nThe various ocean-fowl and those that pry\r\nRound Asian meads within thy fresher-pools,\r\nCayster, as in eager rivalry,\r\nAbout their shoulders dash the plenteous spray,\r\nNow duck their head beneath the wave, now run\r\nInto the billows, for sheer idle joy\r\nOf their mad bathing-revel. Then the crow\r\nWith full voice, good-for-naught, inviting rain,\r\nStalks on the dry sand mateless and alone.\r\nNor e'en the maids, that card their nightly task,\r\nKnow not the storm-sign, when in blazing crock\r\nThey see the lamp-oil sputtering with a growth\r\nOf mouldy snuff-clots.\nSo too, after rain,\r\nSunshine and open skies thou mayst forecast,\r\nAnd learn by tokens sure, for then nor dimmed\r\nAppear the stars' keen edges, nor the moon\r\nAs borrowing of her brother's beams to rise,\r\nNor fleecy films to float along the sky.\r\nNot to the sun's warmth then upon the shore\r\nDo halcyons dear to Thetis ope their wings,\r\nNor filthy swine take thought to toss on high\r\nWith scattering snout the straw-wisps. But the clouds\r\nSeek more the vales, and rest upon the plain,\r\nAnd from the roof-top the night-owl for naught\r\nWatching the sunset plies her 'lated song.\r\nDistinct in clearest air is Nisus seen\r\nTowering, and Scylla for the purple lock\r\nPays dear; for whereso, as she flies, her wings\r\nThe light air winnow, lo! fierce, implacable,\r\nNisus with mighty whirr through heaven pursues;\r\nWhere Nisus heavenward soareth, there her wings\r\nClutch as she flies, the light air winnowing still.\r\nSoft then the voice of rooks from indrawn throat\r\nThrice, four times, o'er repeated, and full oft\r\nOn their high cradles, by some hidden joy\r\nGladdened beyond their wont, in bustling throngs\r\nAmong the leaves they riot; so sweet it is,\r\nWhen showers are spent, their own loved nests again\r\nAnd tender brood to visit. Not, I deem,\r\nThat heaven some native wit to these assigned,\r\nOr fate a larger prescience, but that when\r\nThe storm and shifting moisture of the air\r\nHave changed their courses, and the sky-god now,\r\nWet with the south-wind, thickens what was rare,\r\nAnd what was gross releases, then, too, change\r\nTheir spirits' fleeting phases, and their breasts\r\nFeel other motions now, than when the wind\r\nWas driving up the cloud-rack. Hence proceeds\r\nThat blending of the feathered choirs afield,\r\nThe cattle's exultation, and the rooks'\r\nDeep-throated triumph.\nBut if the headlong sun\r\nAnd moons in order following thou regard,\r\nNe'er will to-morrow's hour deceive thee, ne'er\r\nWilt thou be caught by guile of cloudless night.\r\nWhen first the moon recalls her rallying fires,\r\nIf dark the air clipped by her crescent dim,\r\nFor folks afield and on the open sea\r\nA mighty rain is brewing; but if her face\r\nWith maiden blush she mantle, 'twill be wind,\r\nFor wind turns Phoebe still to ruddier gold.\r\nBut if at her fourth rising, for 'tis that\r\nGives surest counsel, clear she ride thro' heaven\r\nWith horns unblunted, then shall that whole day,\r\nAnd to the month's end those that spring from it,\r\nRainless and windless be, while safe ashore\r\nShall sailors pay their vows to Panope,\r\nGlaucus, and Melicertes, Ino's child.\nThe sun too, both at rising, and when soon\r\nHe dives beneath the waves, shall yield thee signs;\r\nFor signs, none trustier, travel with the sun,\r\nBoth those which in their course with dawn he brings,\r\nAnd those at star-rise. When his springing orb\r\nWith spots he pranketh, muffled in a cloud,\r\nAnd shrinks mid-circle, then of showers beware;\r\nFor then the South comes driving from the deep,\r\nTo trees and crops and cattle bringing bane.\r\nOr when at day-break through dark clouds his rays\r\nBurst and are scattered, or when rising pale\r\nAurora quits Tithonus' saffron bed,\r\nBut sorry shelter then, alack I will yield\r\nVine-leaf to ripening grapes; so thick a hail\r\nIn spiky showers spins rattling on the roof.\r\nAnd this yet more 'twill boot thee bear in mind,\r\nWhen now, his course upon Olympus run,\r\nHe draws to his decline: for oft we see\r\nUpon the sun's own face strange colours stray;\r\nDark tells of rain, of east winds fiery-red;\r\nIf spots with ruddy fire begin to mix,\r\nThen all the heavens convulsed in wrath thou'lt see-\r\nStorm-clouds and wind together. Me that night\r\nLet no man bid fare forth upon the deep,\r\nNor rend the rope from shore. But if, when both\r\nHe brings again and hides the day's return,\r\nClear-orbed he shineth, idly wilt thou dread\r\nThe storm-clouds, and beneath the lustral North\r\nSee the woods waving. What late eve in fine\r\nBears in her bosom, whence the wind that brings\r\nFair-weather-clouds, or what the rain South\r\nIs meditating, tokens of all these\r\nThe sun will give thee. Who dare charge the sun\r\nWith leasing? He it is who warneth oft\r\nOf hidden broils at hand and treachery,\r\nAnd secret swelling of the waves of war.\r\nHe too it was, when Caesar's light was quenched,\r\nFor Rome had pity, when his bright head he veiled\r\nIn iron-hued darkness, till a godless age\r\nTrembled for night eternal; at that time\r\nHowbeit earth also, and the ocean-plains,\r\nAnd dogs obscene, and birds of evil bode\r\nGave tokens. Yea, how often have we seen\r\nEtna, her furnace-walls asunder riven,\r\nIn billowy floods boil o'er the Cyclops' fields,\r\nAnd roll down globes of fire and molten rocks!\r\nA clash of arms through all the heaven was heard\r\nBy Germany; strange heavings shook the Alps.\r\nYea, and by many through the breathless groves\r\nA voice was heard with power, and wondrous-pale\r\nPhantoms were seen upon the dusk of night,\r\nAnd cattle spake, portentous! streams stand still,\r\nAnd the earth yawns asunder, ivory weeps\r\nFor sorrow in the shrines, and bronzes sweat.\r\nUp-twirling forests with his eddying tide,\r\nMadly he bears them down, that lord of floods,\r\nEridanus, till through all the plain are swept\r\nBeasts and their stalls together. At that time\r\nIn gloomy entrails ceased not to appear\r\nDark-threatening fibres, springs to trickle blood,\r\nAnd high-built cities night-long to resound\r\nWith the wolves' howling. Never more than then\r\nFrom skies all cloudless fell the thunderbolts,\r\nNor blazed so oft the comet's fire of bale.\r\nTherefore a second time Philippi saw\r\nThe Roman hosts with kindred weapons rush\r\nTo battle, nor did the high gods deem it hard\r\nThat twice Emathia and the wide champaign\r\nOf Haemus should be fattening with our blood.\r\nAy, and the time will come when there anigh,\r\nHeaving the earth up with his curved plough,\r\nSome swain will light on javelins by foul rust\r\nCorroded, or with ponderous harrow strike\r\nOn empty helmets, while he gapes to see\r\nBones as of giants from the trench untombed.\r\nGods of my country, heroes of the soil,\r\nAnd Romulus, and Mother Vesta, thou\r\nWho Tuscan Tiber and Rome's Palatine\r\nPreservest, this new champion at the least\r\nOur fallen generation to repair\r\nForbid not. To the full and long ago\r\nOur blood thy Trojan perjuries hath paid,\r\nLaomedon. 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Do not remove this.\nThis etext was created by Geoffrey Kidd and Krista Rourke\r\nof Berkeley, California.  The equipment: a 486\/33 and\r\na *LOT* of eyeball grease.  This etext actually contains two\r\nidentical copies of the Breitman Ballads.  The first is pure\r\nASCII text, with no markings for italics and all special\r\ncharacters from the original text changed to their pure ASCII\r\nequivalents.  For example, the u-umlaut character appears as\r\na lower case u in this first part.  In the second part of\r\nthis text, the special characters and italics are marked in\r\nHTML fashion.  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It begins more or less at the point where Boiardo left\r\nit.\nThis is a brief synopsis of Boiardo's work, omitting most of the\r\nnumerous digressions and incidental episodes associated with\r\nthese events:\nTo the court of King Charlemagne comes Angelica (daughter to the\r\nking of Cathay, or India) and her brother Argalia.  Angelica is\r\nthe most beautiful woman any of the Peers have ever seen, and all\r\nwant her.  However, in order to take her as wife they must first\r\ndefeat Argalia in combat.  The two most stricken by her are\r\nOrlando and Ranaldo (\"Rinaldo\" in Rose).\nWhen Argalia falls to the heathen knight Ferrau, Angelica flees\r\n with Orlando and Ranaldo in hot pursuit.  Along the way, both\r\nAngelica and Ranaldo drink magic waters  Angelica is filled\r\nwith a burning love for Ranaldo, but Ranaldo is now indifferent.\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 615 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Ariosto, Lodovico \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Aug 1, 1996 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: English \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eContributors\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTranslator\u003c\/b\u003e: Rose, William Stewart, 1775-1843 \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Ariosto, Lodovico,1474-1533 \/ eBook \/ English","offer_id":43211153309853,"sku":"gb-615-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/615_2178c067-6c69-4984-9e1f-33c3c2b3a6f1.jpg?v=1671248481"},{"product_id":"poems-gb-617","title":"Poems","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePoems\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e[Note on text:  Italicized words or phrases are capitalized,\r\nplaced in single quotes, or otherwise marked as needed.\r\nLines longer than 78 characters are broken and the continuation\r\nis indented two spaces.  Some obvious errors have been corrected.]\nThirty Sonnets:\r\n\r\nSonnet I\r\n\r\nSonnet II\r\n\r\nSonnet III\r\n\r\nSonnet IV\r\n\r\nSonnet V\r\n\r\nSonnet VI\r\n\r\nSonnet VII\r\n\r\nSonnet VIII\r\n\r\nSonnet IX\r\n\r\nSonnet X\r\n\r\nSonnet XI\r\n\r\nSonnet XII\r\n\r\nSonnet XIII\r\n\r\nSonnet XIV\r\n\r\nSonnet XV\r\n\r\nSonnet XVI\r\n\r\nKyrenaikos\r\n\r\nAntinous\r\n\r\nVivien\r\n\r\nI Loved . . .\r\n\r\nVirginibus Puerisque . . .\r\n\r\nWith a Copy of Shakespeare's Sonnets on Leaving College\r\n\r\nWritten in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles\r\n\r\nCoucy\r\n\r\nTezcotzinco\r\n\r\nThe Old Lowe House, Staten Island\r\n\r\nOneata\r\n\r\nOn the Cliffs, Newport\r\n\r\nTo England at the Outbreak of the Balkan War\r\n\r\nAt the Tomb of Napoleon Before the Elections in AmericaNovember, 1912\n\nSonnets:\r\n\r\n- Sonnet I -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet II -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet III -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet IV -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet V -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet VI -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet VII -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet VIII -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet IX -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet X -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet XI -\r\n\r\n- Sonnet XII -\n\nThis book contains the undesigned, but all the more spontaneous and authentic,\r\nbiography of a very rare spirit.  It contains the record of a short life,\r\ninto which was crowded far more of keen experience and high aspirationof\r\nthe thrill of sense and the rapture of soulthan it is given to\r\nmost men, even of high vitality, to extract from a life of twice the length.\r\nAlan Seeger had barely passed his twenty-eighth birthday, when,\r\ncharging up to the German trenches on the field of Belloy-en-Santerre,\r\nhis \"escouade\" of the Foreign Legion was caught in a deadly flurry\r\nof machine-gun fire, and he fell, with most of his comrades,\r\non the blood-stained but reconquered soil.  To his friends\r\nthe loss was grievous, to literature it waswe shall never know how great,\r\nbut assuredly not small.  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Of their works none have survived;\r\nbut the story of what befell between Hector's funeral and the\r\ntaking of Troy is told in detail, and well told, in a poem about\r\nhalf as long as the \"Iliad\".  Some four hundred years after\r\nChrist there lived at Smyrna a poet of whom we know scarce\r\nanything, save that his first name was Quintus.  He had saturated\r\nhimself with the spirit of Homer, he had caught the ring of his\r\nmusic, and he perhaps had before him the works of those Cyclic\r\nPoets whose stars had paled before the sun.\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 658 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Quintus, Smyrnaeus \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Sep 1, 1996 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: English \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eContributors\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTranslator\u003c\/b\u003e: Way, Arthur S. 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On high\r\nThe steel-blue arch shines clear, and far,\r\nIn the low lands where cattle are,\r\nTowns smoke.  And swift, a haze, a gleam,\r\nThe Firth lies like a frozen stream,\r\nReddening with morn.  Tall spires of ships,\r\nLike thorns about the harbour's lips,\r\nNow shake faint canvas, now, asleep,\r\nTheir salt, uneasy slumbers keep;\r\nWhile golden-grey, o'er kirk and wall,\r\nDay wakes in the ancient capital.\n\n\r\nBefore me lie the lists of strife,\r\nThe caravanserai of life,\r\nWhence from the gates the merchants go\r\nOn the world's highways; to and fro\r\nSail laiden ships; and in the street\r\nThe lone foot-traveller shakes his feet,\r\nAnd in some corner by the fire\r\nTells the old tale of heart's desire.\r\nThither from alien seas and skies\r\nComes the far-questioned merchandise:\r\nWrought silks of Broussa, Mocha's ware\r\nBrown-tinted, fragrant, and the rare\r\nThin perfumes that the rose's breath\r\nHas sought, immortal in her death:\r\nGold, gems, and spice, and haply still\r\nThe red rough largess of the hill\r\nWhich takes the sun and bears the vines\r\nAmong the haunted Apennines.\r\nAnd he who treads the cobbled street\r\nTo-day in the cold North may meet,\r\nCome month, come year, the dusky East,\r\nAnd share the Caliph's secret feast;\r\nOr in the toil of wind and sun\r\nBear pilgrim-staff, forlorn, fordone,\r\nTill o'er the steppe, athwart the sand\r\nGleam the far gates of Samarkand.\r\nThe ringing quay, the weathered face\r\nFair skies, dusk hands, the ocean race\r\nThe palm-girt isle, the frosty shore,\r\nGales and hot suns the wide world o'er\r\nGrey North, red South, and burnished West\r\nThe goals of the old tireless quest,\r\nLeap in the smoke, immortal, free,\r\nWhere shines yon morning fringe of sea\r\nI turn, and lo! the moorlands high\r\nLie still and frigid to the sky.\r\nThe film of morn is silver-grey\r\nOn the young heather, and away,\r\nDim, distant, set in ribs of hill,\r\nGreen glens are shining, stream and mill,\r\nClachan and kirk and garden-ground,\r\nAll silent in the hush profound\r\nWhich haunts alone the hills' recess,\r\nThe antique home of quietness.\r\nNor to the folk can piper play\r\nThe tune of \"Hills and Far Away,\"\r\nFor they are with them.  Morn can fire\r\nNo peaks of weary heart's desire,\r\nNor the red sunset flame behind\r\nSome ancient ridge of longing mind.\r\nFor Arcady is here, around,\r\nIn lilt of stream, in the clear sound\r\nOf lark and moorbird, in the bold\r\nGay glamour of the evening gold,\r\nAnd so the wheel of seasons moves\r\nTo kirk and market, to mild loves\r\nAnd modest hates, and still the sight\r\nOf brown kind faces, and when night\r\nDraws dark around with age and fear\r\nTheirs is the simple hope to cheer.\r\nA land of peace where lost romance\r\nAnd ghostly shine of helm and lance\r\nStill dwell by castled scarp and lea,\r\nAnd the last homes of chivalry,\r\nAnd the good fairy folk, my dear,\r\nWho speak for cunning souls to hear,\r\nIn crook of glen and bower of hill\r\nSing of the Happy Ages still.\n\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 715 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Buchan, John \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Nov 1, 1996 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: English \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Buchan, John,1875-1940 \/ eBook \/ English","offer_id":43211164549277,"sku":"gb-715-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/715_d131dfe8-e944-43ec-87ae-6e2cbb07ca4d.jpg?v=1671248670"},{"product_id":"the-autocrat-of-the-breakfast-table-gb-751","title":"The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTwo articles entitled The Autocrat of the\nBreakfast-Table will be found in the New England\nMagazine, formerly published in Boston by J. T. and E.\nBuckingham. The date of the first of these articles is\nNovember 1831, and that of the second February 1832. When\nThe Atlantic Monthly was begun, twenty-five years\nafterwards, and the author was asked to write for it, the\nrecollection of these crude products of his uncombed literary\nboyhood suggested the thought that it would be a curious\nexperiment to shake the same bough again, and see if the ripe\nfruit were better or worse than the early windfalls.\nSo began this series of papers, which naturally brings those\nearlier attempts to my own notice and that of some few friends\nwho were idle enough to read them at the time of their\npublication. The man is father to the boy that was, and I\nam my own son, as it seems to me, in those papers of the New\nEngland Magazine. If I find it hard to pardon the\nboys faults, others would find it harder. They will\nnot, therefore, be reprinted here, nor as I hope, anywhere.\n\u003cb\u003e ......Buy Now (To Read More)\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003ch3\u003eProduct details\u003ch3\u003e\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEbook Number\u003c\/b\u003e: 751 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAuthor\u003c\/b\u003e: Holmes, Oliver Wendell \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eRelease Date\u003c\/b\u003e: Dec 1, 1996 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eFormat\u003c\/b\u003e: eBook \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLanguage\u003c\/b\u003e: English \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"booksdeli.com","offers":[{"title":"Holmes, Oliver Wendell,1809-1894 \/ eBook \/ English","offer_id":43211171266717,"sku":"gb-751-ebook","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0619\/5648\/9373\/products\/751_7adcf58d-b3db-42fa-b638-6cb146d2cbee.jpg?v=1671248738"}],"url":"https:\/\/booksdeli.com\/collections\/poetry.oembed?page=205","provider":"booksdeli.com","version":"1.0","type":"link"}