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A Girls Day Dream And Its Fulfilment
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Ah! mother it once sufficed thy child
To cherish a bird or flowret wild;
To see the moonbeams the waters kiss,
Was enough to fill her heart with bliss;
Or oer the bright woodland stream to bow,
But these things may not suffice her now.
Kaddish
© Eli Siegel
May peace come from on high,
Opulently;
And life for us,
And for all Israel.
And say ye,
Amen.
On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd in the Irish Seas
© John Cleveland
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize
His artificial grief that scans his eyes;
The Marriage of Sir Gawaine
© Thomas Percy
King Arthur lives in merry Carleile,
And seemely is to see;
And there with him queene Guenever,
That bride soe bright of blee.
My Books
© Stéphane Mallarme
My books closed again at Paphos name,
It delights me to choose with solitary genius
A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed
Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
Foraarstegn
© Jeppe Aakjaer
Mor, har du set, hvad der staar bag Diget?
Gæslingblomster saa bitte smaa!
From Faust - V. Margaret At Her Spinning-Wheel
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
When gone is he,
The grave I see;
The world's wide all
Is turned to gall.
King's Land
© Hilaire Belloc
Stand thou forever among human Houses,
House of the Resurrection, House of Birth;
House of the rooted hearts and long carouses,
Stand, and be famous over all the Earth.
Sir Hornbook
© Thomas Love Peacock
O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: L
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
What have I done? What gross impiety
Prompted my hand thus against God and good?
Was there not joy on Earth enough for me
Sonnet XVII. The Microscope.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
THE small enlarged, the distant nearer brought
To sight, made marvels in a denser age.
But Science turns with every year a page
In the enchanted volume of her thought.
Winter Dream
© Aldous Huxley
And oh the April, April of straight soft hair,
Falling smooth as the mountain water and brown;
The April of little leaves unblinded,
Of rosy nipples and innocence
And the blue languor of weary eyelids.
The First Part: Sonnet 2 - I know that all beneath the moon decays
© William Henry Drummond
I know that all beneath the moon decays
And what by mortals in this world is brought,
Upon The Sand
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust
Of adverse fate is blown, or sad rains fall
Day in, day out, against its yielding wall,
Lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust.
Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe,
Needs friendship's solid masonwork below.
The Second Hymn Of Callimachus. To Apollo
© Matthew Prior
Hah! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree,
And all the cavern shakes! Far off, far off,
Envy
© Charles Lamb
This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignonette:
And if this tree were discontent,
Or wished to change its natural bent,
It all in vain would fret.
Fumant Dans Le Cristal
© André Marie de Chénier
Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus à longs flots
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