Theocritus: A Villanelle |
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Theodote |
Hermann Oelschläger |
1869 |
German |
Kreitton logou to kalloV thV gunaikoV I. Ob du daran wirst Wohlgefallen tragen,... |
Theon an Wilhelminen |
Christian Friedrich Daniel Schubart |
1849 |
German |
Wilhelmine, o du Holde! Die beim ersten Blick entzückt, Denn mit seinem reinsten Golde Hat der Himmel dich geschmückt. Höre - nicht mit Liebesklagen Füll' ich dieses... |
Théophile Gautier |
Théodore de Banville |
1843 |
French |
I
Théophile Gautier ! poëte
Au regard limpide et vermeil,
Dont l’œuvre fut un hymne en fête
A la vie ivre de soleil !
A l’heure où la Mort en délire,
Avec un regret insensé,
Admire encor ton fier... |
Théophile Gautier élégiaque |
François Coppée |
1892 |
French |
Maître, l’envieux n’a pu satisfaire
Sur toi son cruel et lâche désir.
Ton nom restera pareil à la sphère,
Qui n’a pas de point par où la saisir.
Pourtant il fallait nier quelque chose
A l’œuvre parfaite où tu mis ton sceau.
Splendeur et parfum, c’est trop... |
Théra |
Anatole France |
1884 |
French |
Cette outre en peau de chèvre, ô buveur, est gonflée De l'esprit éloquent des vignes que Théra, Se tordant sur les flots, noire, déchevelée Étendit au puissant soleil qui les dora.
Théra ne s'orne plus de myrtes ni d'yeuses, Ni de la verte absinthe agréable aux... |
There |
Paul Verlaine |
1870 |
French |
( A Émile Le Brun)
"Angels" ! seul coin luisant dans ce Londres du soir, Où flambe un peu de gaz et jase quelque foule, C'est drôle que, semblable à tel très dur espoir, Tout souvenir m'obsède et puissamment enroule Autour de mon esprit un regret rouge et noir :... |
There are two Mays |
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There are two Mays
And then a Must
And after that a Shall.
How infinite the compromise
That indicates I will!
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There are two Ripenings — one — of sight — |
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There are two Ripenings — one — of sight —
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground —
A homelier maturing —
A process in the Bur —
That teeth of Frosts alone disclose... |
There came a Day at Summer's full, |
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There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me —
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections — be —
The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul... |
There came a Wind like a Bugle — |
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There came a Wind like a Bugle —
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the Windows and the Doors
As from an Emerald Ghost —
The Doom's electric... |
There comes a warning like a spy |
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There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of Day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And Summers are away —
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There comes an hour when begging stops, |
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There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
"Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword
Than from a disappointing God
"Disciple, call again."
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There is a finished feeling |
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There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves —
A leisure of the Future —
A Wilderness of Size.
By Death's bold Exhibition
Preciser what we are
And the Eternal function
Enabled to... |
There is a flower that Bees prefer — |
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There is a flower that Bees prefer —
And Butterflies — desire —
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird — aspire —
And Whatsoever Insect pass —
A Honey bear away
Proportioned to his several... |
There is a June when Corn is cut |
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There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed —
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore... |
There is a Lady Sweet and Kind |
Thomas Ford |
1600 |
Love |
There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleas'd my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why, And yet I... |
There is a Languor of the Life |
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There is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain —
'Tis Pain's Successor — When the Soul
Has suffered all it can —
A Drowsiness — diffuses —
A Dimness like a Fog
Envelops Consciousness — ... |
There is a morn by men unseen — |
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There is a morn by men unseen —
Whose maids upon remoter green
Keep their Seraphic May —
And all day long, with dance and game,
And gambol I may never name —
Employ their holiday.
Here to light... |
There is a pain — so utter — |
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There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance —
So Memory can step
Around — across — upon it —
As one within a Swoon —
Goes safely — where an open eye — ... |