The Bard is killed! The honor's striver Fell, slandered by a gossip's dread, With lead in breast and vengeful fire, Drooped with his ever-proud head. The Poet's soul did not bear The shameful hurts of ...  [+]

The angel was flying through sky in midnight, And softly he sang in his flight; And clouds, and stars, and the moon in a throng Hearkened to that holy song. He sang of the garden of God's ...  [+]