Andrew Lang

(31 March 1844 - 20 July 1912 / Selkirk, Scotland)

Andrew Lang Poems

81. Ballades Iii - Of Blue China 1/1/2004
82. Ballade Of The Muse 4/20/2010
83. Ballade Of Cleopatra's Needle 4/20/2010
84. Ballade Against The Jesuits 4/20/2010
85. Ballade Of Roulette 4/20/2010
86. Ballade Of Dead Ladies 4/20/2010
87. Ballade Of Blind Love 4/20/2010
88. The Moon's Minion 4/20/2010
89. Ballade Of His Books 4/20/2010
90. Ballade Of The Royal Game Of Golf 4/20/2010
91. Ballade Of Queen Anne 4/20/2010
92. Ballades Ii - Of The Book-Hunter 4/20/2010
93. Romance 1/1/2004
94. Alison Gross 4/20/2010
95. Annan Water 4/20/2010
96. Ballade Of Sleep 4/20/2010
97. Ballades I - To Theocritus, In Winter 1/1/2004
98. Ballade Of Amoureuse 4/20/2010
99. Ballade Of The Dead Cities 4/20/2010
100. Ballade Of Autumn 4/20/2010
101. Ballade Of Aucassin 4/20/2010
102. A Scot To Jeanne D’arc 1/1/2004
103. Ballade Of The Bookworm 4/20/2010
104. Ballade Of The Midnight Forest 4/20/2010
105. The Odyssey 1/4/2003
106. A Highly Valuable Chain Of Thoughts 1/1/2004
107. Ballade Of The Dream 4/20/2010
108. Ballade Of Worldly Wealth 4/20/2010
109. Aesop 1/1/2004

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HE sat among the woods; he heard
The sylvan merriment; he saw
The pranks of butterfly and bird,
The humors of the ape, the daw.

And in the lion or the frog,—
In all the life of moor and fen,—
In ass and peacock, stork and dog,
He read similitudes of men.

“Of these, from those,” he cried, “we come,
Our hearts, our brains descend from these.”
And, lo! the Beasts no more were dumb,
But answered out of brakes and trees:

“Not ours,” they cried; “Degenerate,
If ours at all,” they cried again,
“Ye fools, who ...

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San Terenzo

MID April seemed like some November day,
When through the glassy waters, dull as lead,
Our boat, like shadowy barques that bear the dead,
Slipped down the long shores of the Spezian bay,
Rounded a point,—and San Terenzo lay
Before us, that gay village, yellow and red,
The roof that covered Shelley’s homeless head,—
His house, a place deserted, bleak and gray.
The waves broke on the doorstep; fishermen

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