Thus weary of the world, away she hies,And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aidTheir mistress mounted through the empty skiesIn her light chariot quickly is convey’d;Holding their course to Paphos, where their queenMeans to immure herself and not be seen.
Related Authors
Related Topics
- Novels
- Reading
- Short Stories
- Statesman
- Chinese
- Contemporary
- Nameless Flowers
- Dance
- Love Songs
- Music
- Baking
- Corn Syrup
- Death
- Death Row
- Dessert
- Life
- Love
- Mercy
- Pastry
- Pecan Pie
- Pie
- Prose Poetry
- Cyprus Dispute
- Greece
- Guilt
- Henry Kissinger
- Makarios Iii
- Moral Responsibility
- Hatred
- Love Poems
- Love Poetry
- Relationships
- Authority
- Cripples
- Fragments
- Hybrids
- Intensity
- Modernity
- Nature
- Perfect
- Perfection
- Photography
- Rilke
- Science
- Technique
- Thing Poem
- Change
- Common Sense
- Kind
- Mankind
- Senseless
- Suzy Kassem
- Truth
- Unkind
- Unkind Words
- Untruthful