Category: Poetry
I sing the love of a Provençal maid; How through the wheat-fields of La Crau she strayed, Following the fate that drew her to the sea. Unknown beyond remote La Crau was she; And I, who tell the rustic tale of her, Would fain be Homer’s humble follower.
I sing the love of a Provençal maid; How through the wheat-fields of La Crau she strayed, Following the fate that drew her to the sea. Unknown beyond remote La Crau was she; And...
2. CANTO II.Sing, magnarello, merrily, As the green leaves you gather! In their third sleep the silk-worms lie, And lovely is the weather Like brown bees that in open glades From rosemary g...
3. CANTO III.When the crop is fair in the olive-yard, And the earthen jars are ready For the golden oil from the barrels poured, And the big cart rocks unsteady With its tower of gathered sh...
4. CANTO IV.Thus to Mirèio’s home came seeking her A trio notable,--a horse-tamer, A herdsman, and a shepherd. It befell The last was first who came his tale to tell. Alari was his name, a...
5. CANTO V.Cool with the coming eve the wind was blowing, The shadows of the poplars longer growing; Yet still the westering sun was two hours high, As the tired ploughman noted wistfully,...
6. CANTO VI.The merry birds, until the white dawn showeth Clear in the east, are silent every one. Silent the odorous Earth until she knoweth In her warm heart the coming of the Sun, As mai...
7. CANTO VII.Fixing a troubled eye on the old man, Vincen to Master Ambroi thus began, The while a mighty wind, the poplars bending, Its howl unto the poor lad’s voice was lending: “I am mad...
8. CANTO VIII.The rage of the mighty lioness Who shall restrain? She came to her den, and she found it bare: A Moorish huntsman had entered there. The huntsman came, and the whelp is gone. Aw...
9. CANTO IX.All sorrowfully droop the lotus-trees; And heart-sick to their hives withdraw the bees, Forgetful of the heath with savoury sweet, And with milk-thistle. Water-lilies greet King...
10. CANTO X.Listen to me, good people of Provence, Countrymen one and all, from Arles to Vence, From Vanensolo even to Marseilles, And, if the heat oppress you, come, I pray, To Durancolo b...
11. CANTO XI.“The cross was looming yet, Mirèio, Aloft on the Judæan mount of woe, Wet with the blood of God; and all the time Seemed crying to the city of the crime, ‘What hast thou done, t...
12. CANTO XII.As, when in orange-lands God’s day is ending, The maids let fly the leafy boughs, and, lending A helpful hand, the laden baskets lift On head or hip, and fishing-boats adrift Ar...