Category: Poetry
Blinded with tears, his chisel up he caught, And, drawing near and sighing, tenderly Upon the marvel of the face he wrought, E'en as he used to pass the long days by; But his sighs changed to sobbing presently, And on the floor the useless steel he flung, And, weeping loud, ab...
Dusky and dim, though rich with gems and gold, The house of Venus was. High in the dome The burning sunlight you might now behold; From nowhere else the light of day might come,...
1. Part 1Blinded with tears, his chisel up he caught, And, drawing near and sighing, tenderly Upon the marvel of the face he wrought, E'en as he used to pass the long days by; But his si...