One sat within a hung and lighted room—
A little shape, with face between his wings,
And in the light made of all golden things
He seemed a warm and living rose abloom;
And one without sobbed in the night and gloom,
And all about him was a pilgrim’s weed,...

From the Latin by Charles Abraham Elton
YES,—I am poor, Callistratus! I own;
And so was ever; yet not quite unknown,
Graced with a knight’s degree; nor this alone:
But through the world my verse is often sung;
And “That is he!” sounds buzzed from every...

Poet: Martial

Your Riches — taught me — Poverty.

Myself — a Millionaire

In little Wealths, as Girls could boast

Till broad as Buenos Ayre —


You drifted your Dominions —

A Different Peru —

And I esteemed All...

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