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From Loraine

© George Essex Evans

I have seen the plains lying baked and bare,
When drought and famine hold revel there,
And the cattle sink where the rotting shoals
Of the fish float dead in the waterholes.

To Seem the Stranger Lies My Lot

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life

Among strangers. Father and mother dear,

To Italy

© Katharine Lee Bates

BRIGHT valor, smitten by so shrewd a blow,

Drooping thy golden wing like wounded plover,

Staff Nurse: New Style

© William Ernest Henley

Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning fast

Into the sere of virginal decay,

" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"

© William Wordsworth

As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest

While from the Papal Unity there came,

Sonnet

© Luigi Alamanni

Therefore, proud Italy, I, by Gods grace,

After six years come back to gaze on thee,

Temperance Reform Clubs

© Julia A Moore

Air - "Perhaps"

Could You?

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

I promptly smeared the map of daily

With splashing paint in one quick motion

Santa Teresa's Bookmark. (From The Spanish Of Santa Teresa)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let nothing disturb thee,

Nothing affright thee

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE SAME CONTINUED
And then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.
Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told.
We grow a little poorer day by day.

Meeting Li GuiNian In The South

© Du Fu

At the home of the Prince of Qi

I have often seen you,

In The Public Library

© Lesbia Harford

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
At gleam of dawn. Impatient with herself

The Unseen Infinite

© Sri Aurobindo

Arisen to voiceless unattainable peaks
I meet no end, for all is boundless He,
An absolute Joy the wide-winged spirit seeks,
A Might, a Presence, an Eternity.

Sunset Clouds

Low clouds, the lightning veins and cleaves,
Torn from the forest of the storm,
Sweep westward like enormous leaves
O'er field and farm.

The Smiling Listener

PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to say
That a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;
You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.