Poems

_Gulielmum Wickamum, ut optimum parentem agnosco, suscipio, colo, cui si quid in me doctrinae, virtutis, pietatis, et Catholicae religionis, maxime acceptum refero. Quippe qui a...

Not on the river plains Wilt thou breathe loving air, O mountain spirit fine! Here the calm soul maintains Calm: but no joy like thine, On hill-tops bleak and bare, Whose breath...

Or set this man beside the Roman lords, To vote upon the fate of Catiline; Or in a battle of stout Roman swords, Where strength and virtue were one thing divine: Or bind him to...

You were no friends: but you are brothers now: Equal, the laurels on each victor's brow: Triumphing generations throng each car. This night, I hear those measured tides of sound...

Victor in Roman purple, saint and knight, In peace he passes to eternal peace: Triumph so proud, knew not Rome's ancient might; She knew not to make poor men's sorrow cease: For...

Since all that now is over, And not at any cost can I recover The abdicated throne, the abandoned crown: I sit me at the heart of the vast town, To wear old love looks down to t...