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Rimas XLIX
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Alguna vez la encuentro por el mundo
Y pasa junto a mi:
Y pasa sonriendose, y yo digo:
?Como puede reir?
Hawaii
© Padraic Colum
II
I call on you, beloved
Breast so cold, so cold!
Oh, so cold, I have to say
I ku anu el
Monody, Written At Matlock
© William Lisle Bowles
Matlock! amid thy hoary-hanging views,
Thy glens that smile sequestered, and thy nooks
Songs Set To Music: 23. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Well, I will never more complain,
Or call the Fates unkind;
Alas! how fond it is, how vain!
But self-conceitedness does reign
I nevery mortal mind.
Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-Well
© William Langland
Thus y-robed in russet . romed I aboute
Al in a somer seson . for to seke Do-wel;
Uriconium An Ode
© Wilfred Owen
It lieth low near merry England's heart
Like a long-buried sin; and Englishmen
A Boy And His Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
There is a glorious fellowship!
An Old Sermon With a New Text
© George MacDonald
My wife contrived a fleecy thing
Her husband to infold,
For 'tis the pride of woman still
To cover from the cold:
My daughter made it a new text
For a sermon very old.
The Forlorn Hope
© Henry King
How long vain Hope do'st thou my joys suspend?
Say! must my expectation know no end!
Thou wast more kind unto the wandring Greek
Who did ten years his Wife and Country seek:
To Jack
© Henry Lawson
SO, Ive battled it through on my own, Jack,
I have done with all dreaming and doubt.
The Obligation Of Friendship
© Edgar Albert Guest
You ought to be fine for the sake of the folks
Who think you are fine.
If others have faith in you doubly you're bound
To stick to the line.
It's not only on you that dishonor descends:
You can't hurt yourself without hurting your friends.
Alzuna
© Alfred Noyes
The forest of Alzuna hides a pool.
Beside that pool, a shadowy tree up-towers.
A Good-Bye
© Edith Nesbit
FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls
Its leaden clouds between our parted souls!
How little to each other now are we--
And once how much I dreamed we two might be!
I, who now stand with eyes undimmed and dry
To say good-bye--
Autumn
© Francis Ledwidge
Now leafy winds are blowing cold,
And South by West the sun goes down,
A quiet huddles up the fold
In sheltered corners of the brown.
A Pot of Red Lentils by Peter Pereira: American Life in Poetry #53 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
In the yard we plant
rhubarb, cauliflower, and artichokes,
cupping wet earth over tubers,
our labor the germ
of later sustenance and renewal.
Reaching the Hermitage
© Li Po
At evening I make it down the mountain.
Keeping company with the moon.
From The Upland To The Sea
© William Morris
Shall we wake one morn of spring,
Glad at heart of everything,
They Shall Not Know
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
When thou art happy, thou dear heart of pleasure,
Because men love thee and the feasts are spread,
And Fortune in thy lap has poured her treasure,
And Spring is there and roses crown thy head,
