Classic poem of the day
CANTO II
Of the supper that Apollo gave his visitors, and with what sort of spectacle and of after-course he amazed them.
Y OU remember those supper-room walls, made of flowers,
Which beat whatsoever for dead paramours
The lords of the east in white temples have done,
Where in emeralds and rubies fond epitaphs run?
Well, — a gallery lurked sweetly behind them; and there
We spectators,......
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I met Death in the daylight
He didn’t bother to hide
And I met Death in the nighttime
While he set your troubles aside
I held Death like a lover
His hands rested on mine
And I faced Death like an enemy
While I argued that it wasn’t the time
I greeted Death at the doorstep
I told him I hated them all
And I sat with Death by the fire
While he told me to stumble, but never to fall
I met De...
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