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Teach me, gentle Leporello,Since you are so wise a fellow,How your master I may win.Leporello answers gailySlip into his bed and way layHim; anon he..

Oh many, many thus have died, alas,Children, poor things! The grave will have its prey.Some flowers must still be mown down with the grass,And in..

Moan on with thy loud changeless wail,Desolate sea,Grinding thy pebbles into thankless sand.Oh, could I lash my angry heart like theeUntil it broke..

Poet of love, I sing here my whole soul to you.Ah, might I all deeds dare, love would I prove to you.Make I at least your praise, chaplet of sunny..

O Thou enfolded in grief,Man, with thy mantle of scorn!Arise and warn!Unloved prophet of illWho sittest clothed in thy grief,In thy pride of..

From Caiphas to Pilate I was sent,Who judged with unwashed hands a crime to me.Next came the sentence, and the soldieryClaimed me their prey...

Come with the summer leaves, love, to my grave,And, if you doubt among the quiet dead,Choose out that mound where greenest grasses waveAnd where the..

Say what you will, there is not in the worldA nobler sight than from this upper Down.No rugged landscape here, no beauty hurledFrom its Creator's..

O child of Joy! What idle life is thine!Thou, in these meadows, while thy skies are blue,And while thy joys are new to thee like wine,Chasest mad..

Man openeth the caseBody, from the arroganceOf the Soul thou seekest shield,Makest prayer the old mis--chanceOf your birth--bond be repealed,Since..

Here our roads part. Go thou by thy green valley,Thy youth before thee and the river Nile.My path lies o'er the desert, and my galleyHas rougher seas..

Naked I came into the world of pleasure,And naked come I to this house of pain.Here at the gate I lay down my life's treasure,My pride, my garments..

I loved her too, this woman who is dead.Look in my face. I have a right to goAnd see the place where you have made her bedAmong the snow.I loved her..

Assassins find accomplices. Man's meritHas found him three, the hawk, the hound, the ferret.

How many singers before me! Are there yet songs unsung?Dost thou, my sad soul, remember where was her dwellingplace?Tents in Jiwá, the fair wádi..

Ho, ye that thirst beside the running stream!Love is a running stream, whose waters flowUpon the earth, and who would drink thereofMust bend him..

At this fair oak table satWhilom he our Laureate,Poet, handicraftsman, sage,Light of our Victorian age,William Morris, whose art's planLaid its lines..

These little presents of your tenderness,Although less grand a gift than was your love,Are dear to me in this October stressOf wind and war and..

I had ambition once. Like SolomonI asked for wisdom, deeming wisdom fair,And with much pains a little knowledge wonOf Nature's cruelty and Man's..

Ah, beautiful sweet woman, made in vain,Since Launcelot is dead and only I,Alas for this new world of recreant men,Remain in age Love's creed to..

All white, all light, all beautiful she stands,Love in her eyes, a glory round her brows,Blanched as the lilies chaste in her chaste hands.Even so..

Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall bid us weep,Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is unstrung?What voice shall rouse the dull world from its sleepAnd lead..

The gods did love Adonis, and for thisHe died, ere time had furrowed his young cheek.For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.He sighed one sigh, as though..

Dost thou remember, oh, dost thou remember,Here as we sit at home and take our rest,How we went out one morning on a ventureIn the West?Hast thou..

'Tis ended truly, truly as was best.Love is a little thing, for one short day;You could not make it your life's only quest,Nor watch the poor corpse..