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Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Is… The authoritative Talmudist, retu… From his wide wanderings under man… To all the synagogues of the Orie… Through Spain and Italy, the isle…
ORPHEUS. LAUGHTER and dance, and sounds… Piping of flutes, singing of festa… Ribbons of flame from flaunting to… By the broad summer sunshine, thes…
Wake, Israel, wake! Recall to-day The glorious Maccabean rage, The sire heroic, hoary-gray, His five-fold lion-lineage: The Wise, the Elect, the Help-of…
‘O World-God, give me Wealth!’ t… His prayer was granted. High as h… Palace and Pyramid; the brimming… Of lavish Nile washed all his lan… Armies of slaves toiled ant-wise a…
Down the long hall she glistens li… The foam-born mother of Love, tra… Yet none the less immortal, breath… Time’s brutal hand hath maimed but… When first the enthralled enchantr…
‘The epochs of our life are not in… silent thought by the wayside as w… I. Youth. Sweet empty sky of June without a… Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far…
‘Oh brew me a potion strong and go… One golden drop in his wine Shall charm his sense and fire his… And bend his will to mine.’ Poor child of passion! ask of me
Come closer, kind, white, long-fam… Embrace me, fold me to thy broad,… Life has grown strange and cold, b… Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my… So often hast thou come, and from…
As one who feels the breathless ni… His heart-strings, and through vis… Now on a thin-ledged chasm’s rock-… Now on a tottering pinnacle that d… The front of heaven, while always…
These things alone endure; ‘They are the solid facts,’ that w… Leading us on and upward if we cla… And hold them firm and sure. In a wise fable old,
He who could beard the lion in his… To bind him for a girl, and tame t… And drive these beasts before his… Might wed Alcestis. For her low b… Her hairs’ soft undulations of war…
Weep, Israel! your tardy meed out… Of grateful homage on his fallen h… That never coronal of triumph wore… Untombed, dishonored, and unchaple… If Victory makes the hero, raw Su…
Kindle the taper like the steadfas… Ablaze on evening’s forehead o’er… And add each night a lustre till a… An eightfold splendor shine above… Clash, Israel, the cymbals, touch…
[Aaron Ben Mier ‘loquitur.’] If I remember Raschi? An I live, Grandson, to bless thy grandchild,… Never that youth and what he did f… Aye, aye, I know! he slurred a ce…
WELCOME, thou gray and fragran… To deathless love and valor dedica… Glorious with the richest flowers… With early roses, lingering lilacs… With vivid green of grass and leaf…