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Hace 1 día · William Shakespeare (c. 23 April 1564 – 23 April 1616) was an English playwright, poet, and actor.He is widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "the Bard").His extant works, including collaborations, consist of some 39 plays, 154 sonnets, three long ...
Hace 4 días · To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad. In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—. To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
Hace 5 días · Venus and Adonis Poem – by William Shakespeare (Text -Version) Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face. Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn, Rose-cheek’d Adonis hied him to the chase; Hunting he loved, but love he laugh’d to scorn; Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
Hace 4 días · O glorious Saint Jude Thaddeus, by whose sublime prerogatives wherewith thou wast ennobled in thy lifetime, namely, thy kinship with Our Lord Jesus Christ according to the flesh, and thy vocation to be an Apostle; by that glory which is now thine in Heaven as the reward of thine apostolic labors and thy martyrdom, 0btain for us from the Giver of every good and perfect gift all the graces we ...
Hace 4 días · Atalanta In Calydon (Chorus) We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair; thou art goodly, O Love; Thy wings make light in the air as the wings of a dove. Thy feet are as winds that divide the stream of the sea; Earth is thy covering to hide thee, the garment of thee. Thou art swift and subtle and blind as a flame of fire; Before the thee the ...
Hace 5 días · Christmas Novena. Christmas Novena. Hail, and blessed be the hour and moment. At which the Son of God was born. Of a most pure Virgin. At a stable at midnight in Bethlehem. In the piercing cold. At that hour vouchsafe, I beseech Thee, To hear my prayers and grant my desires.
Hace 2 días · Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear, And startling in his speed;- Brief pain, then languor till thy end came near- Such was the path decreed, The hurried road To lead thy soul from earth to thine own God's abode. Death wrought with thee, sweet maid, impatiently:- Yet merciful the haste That baffles sickness;-dearest, thou didst die, Thou wast not made to taste Death's bitterness ...
