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Pretence. Part I - Table-Talk
© John Kenyon
The youth, who long hath trod with trusting feet,
Starts from the flash which shows him life's deceit;
Then, with slow footstep, ponders, undeceived,
On all his heart, for many a year, believed;
But hence he eyes the world with sharpened view,
And learns, too soon, to separate false from true.
Nostalgie parisienne
© François Coppée
Bon Suisse expatrié, la tristesse te gagne,
Loin de ton Alpe blanche aux éternels hivers;
Et tu songes alors aux prés de fleurs couverts,
A la corne du pâtre, au loin, dans la montagne.
The Orchard And The Heath
© George Meredith
I chanced upon an early walk to spy
A troop of children through an orchard gate:
The boughs hung low, the grass was high;
They had but to lift hands or wait
For fruits to fill them; fruits were all their sky.
The Fallen Oak
© Giovanni Pascoli
Where its shade was, the oak itself now sprawls,
lifeless, no longer vying with the wind.
The people say: I see nowit was tall!
E Pois Cronista Sou
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Se souberas falar também falarás
também satirizaras, se souberas,
e se foras poeta, poetaras.
Montserrat
© Arthur Symons
Peace waits among the hills;
I have drunk peace,
Here, where the blue air fills
The great cup of the hills,
And fills with peace.
Translation of a Speech of Aquileio in the Adriano of Metastasio
© Samuel Johnson
Grown old in courts, thou art not surely one
Who keeps the rigid rules of ancient honour;
A Night of Storm
© Archibald Lampman
Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden;
More dark and strange thy veiled agony,
City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden
What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat,
Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet,
Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty.
To Echo
© John Kenyon
Why, jeering Echo! thus renew my pain,
And give me mine own sorrows back again?
Sonnet LI.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides.
ON this lone island, whose unfruitful breast
Feeds but the summer-shepherd's little flock
Remonstrance.
© Sidney Lanier
"Opinion, let me alone: I am not thine.
Prim Creed, with categoric point, forbear
God's Answer
© Roderic Quinn
BANNISTER, who lived for gain,
Counting love and mateship weak,
Bannister of Coolah Creek
Once, and once alone, 'tis said,
Old Friends
© Edgar Albert Guest
I do not say new friends are not considerate and true,
Or that their smiles ain't genuine, but still I'm tellin' you
Lessons For A Child
© George MacDonald
If thou wouldst be like him, little one, go
And be kind with a kindness undefiled;
Who gives for the pleasure of thanks, my child,
God's gladness cannot know.
Epilogue
© Charles Baudelaire
With quiet heart, I climbed the hill,
from which one can see, the city, complete,
hospitals, brothels, purgatory, hell,
prison, where every sin flowers, at our feet.
The Loiterer
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
When Youth, led on by love and folly, strays,
Kissing sweet eyes beyond the allotted hour
Amans Amare
© Daniel Henry Deniehy
A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
Mid brown old wattles seen.
The Season
© Alfred Austin
So sings the river through the summer days,
And I, submissive, follow what I praise.
What if my boyish blood would rather stay
Where lawns invite, where bonnibels delay,
Though but a youth and not averse from these,
To conflict called, I abdicate my ease,
The Watcher
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE long road and the low shore, a sail against the sky,
The ache in my heart's core, and hope so hard to die--
Ah me, but the day's long--and all the sails go by!
