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Arides
© Ezra Pound
The bashful Arides
Has married an ugly wife,
He was bored with his manner of life,
Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as
Well do this as anything else.
Flowers in Winter: Painted Upon a Porte Livre.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Of sunshine and of showers!
Lost Liberty
© Robert Fuller Murray
Of our own will we are not free,
When freedom lies within our power.
We wait for some decisive hour,
To rise and take our liberty.
Elegy XXII. Written in the Year ----, When the Rights of Sepulture Were So Frequently Violated
© William Shenstone
Say, gentle Sleep! that lov'st the gloom of night,
Parent of dreams! thou great Magician! say,
Whence my late vision thus endures the light,
Thus haunts my fancy through the glare of day?
To The Sponsors For Daniel Carman McArthur,
© Peter McArthur
Baptized January ad, 1898.
YE hardy folk who boldly stand
Out Of Greek
© Thomas Parnell
The things that Mortals love are mortal too
& swiftly transient fleet before the view
Or if with man a longer while they stay
Man swiftly transient fleets himself away.
Peter the Piccaninny
© Henry Kendall
I never loved a nigger belle
My tastes are too aesthetic!
The perfume from a gin iswell,
A rather strong emetic.
Almost Over
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
YOU say I should not think upon her now:
But then I have stood beside her listening,
God's Grandeur
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
The Antagonists
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``I am the will of the Fire
That bursts into boundless fury;
I am my own implacable desire.
Gotham - Book II
© Charles Churchill
How much mistaken are the men who think
That all who will, without restraint may drink,
Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words
© Sir Philip Sidney
Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain
So dark with misty vapors, which arise
From out thy heavy mold, that inbent eyes
Can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain.
A Song Of Love
© Virna Sheard
Love reckons not by time--its May days of delight
Are swifter than the falling stars that pass beyond our sight.
Epithalamium
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
O joy! O fear! what will be done
In the absence of the sun?
Come along!
Stafford Henry Northcote
© Alfred Austin
Gentle in fibre, but of steadfast nerve
Still to do right though right won blame not praise,
The Seekers Of Lice
© Arthur Rimbaud
When the child's forehead, full of red torments,
Implores the white swarm of indistinct dreams,
In Uncertainty To A Lady
© Aldous Huxley
I am not one of those who sip,
Like a quotidian bock,
Cheap idylls from a languid lip
Prepared to yawn or mock.
Love's Suicide
© Edith Nesbit
Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.
THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers,
