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Frederick I, Holy Roman emperor and German king
(Encyclopedia) Frederick I or Frederick BarbarossaFrederick Ibärbərôsˈə [key] [Ital.,=red beard], c.1125–90, Holy Roman emperor (1155–90) and German king (1152–90), son of Frederick of Hohenstaufen,…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: CLIV
Sonnet CLIII CLIV The little Love-god lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her…A Boy's Will: Storm Fear
by Robert Frost StarsWind and Window FlowerStorm Fear He is afraid of his own isolation. WHEN the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on…Christina Rossetti: My Friend
My FriendDec. 1864Two days ago with dancing glancing hair, With living lips and eyes: Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies; So pale, yet still so fair.We have not left her yet, not yet alone…Aesop's Fables: The Hare and the Tortoise
by Aesop The Cat and the CockThe Soldier and His HorseThe Hare and the Tortoise A Hare was one day making fun of a Tortoise for being so slow upon his feet. "Wait a bit," said the…John Keats: To Ailsa Rock
To -To HomerTo Ailsa Rock Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid, Give answer by thy voice—the sea-fowls’ screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? When from the sun was thy…John Keats: O thou whose face hath felt the WinterâÂÂs wind,
If by dull rhymes our English ...Ode to MayO thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And…John Keats: On a Dream
Ode to MayOn a Leander Gem Which a Young...On a Dream As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So…Opera Review: Hansel and Gretel
Music:Engelbert HumperdinckLibretto:Adelheid WettePremiere:Weimar, December 23, 1893 The classic fairy tale tells of a poor broommaker who lives in a forest hut with his wife, Gertrude, and…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Going
by EmilyDickinsonA Country BurialXXVGoing Going On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair, So quiet, oh, how quiet! That…