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Little Soul by Hadrian

  Little soul little stray little drifter now where will you stay all pale and all alone after the way you used to make fun of things Publius Aelius Hardens (Hadrian) 76-138 Translated by W. S. Merwin Advertisements

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Odes i.xi by Horace

To Leuconoe Strive not, Leuconoe, to know what end The gods above to me or thee will send; Nor with astrologers consult at all, That thou mayst better know what can befall; Whether thou liv’st more winters, or thy last … Continue reading

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The Progress of Poesy: A Pindaric Ode by Thomas Gray

I.1. Awake, Æolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon’s harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the … Continue reading

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Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of … Continue reading

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