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The Congress of Women: The Nineteenth Century
by Mrs. Whiton Stone George Meredith's NovelsWomen in the Greek DramaThe Nineteenth Century It is the world's high noon–Meridian height Of the great Sun of Progress, in whose light The…Classic Love Poems on the Web
Love is only a click away by Ann-Marie Imbornoni From Donald Hall to Shakespeare, Byron to Browning, a wide sampling of some of the best known love poetry is just a few keystrokes away. Some…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Poem On Pastoral Poetry
by Robert Burns On Glenriddell's Fox Breaking His ChainVerses On The Destruction Of T...Poem On Pastoral Poetry Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds…Brewer's: Lover's Leap
The promontory from which Sappho threw herself into the sea; now called Santa Maura. (See Leucadia.) Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894LovingLovelace A B C…Brewer's: Youth Restored
Iolaus was restored to youth, as Euripldes says. Phaon, the beloved of Sappho, was restored to youth on the behalf of Venus. Æson was restored to youth by Medæa, and so was Jason. The…Brewer's: Lesbian Poets
(The). Terpander, Alcæus, Arion, and the poetess Sappho, all of Lesbos. Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894Lesbian RuleLes Anguilles de Melun A B C D E F…Brewer's: Rush
Not worth a rush. Worthless. The allusion is to the practice of strewing floors with rushes before carpets were invented. Distinguished guests had clean fresh rushes, but those of inferior…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: 1789
by Robert Burns 178817901789ContentsRobin Shure In HairstOde, Sacred To The Memory Of Mrs. Oswald Of AuchencruivePegasus At WanlockheadSappho Redivivus-A FragmentSong-She's Fair And FauseImpromptu…Greek literature, ancient
(Encyclopedia) Greek literature, ancient, the writings of the ancient Greeks. The Greek Isles are recognized as the birthplace of Western intellectual life. The next period of Greek literature…The Fire Sermon
The Fire SermonThe river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. Sweet Thames, run…