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Rimas XXXI
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Nuestra pasion fue un tragico sainete
En cuya absurda fabula
Lo comico y lo grave confundidos
Risas y llanto arrancan.
The Kine Of My Father
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All through the night did I hear the banshee keening
Somewhere you are dying, and nothing can I do;
My hair with the wind, and my two hands clasped in anguish;
Bitter is your troubleand I am far from you.
Proverbs
© William Baylebridge
One continent, one creed, one skin -
Our health and savour lie therein.
The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,
The land of the Gone-away Souls.
Yes, a lovelier region by far than this
(Though this is a world most fair).
The goodliest goal of all good goals,
Else why do our friends stay there?
Song
© Sir Charles Sedley
Ah, Chloris, that I now could sit
As unconcerned as when
Your infant beauty could beget
No pleasure, nor no pain.
Grief's Harmonics
© Francis Thompson
At evening, when the lank and rigid trees,
To the mere forms of their sweet day-selves drying,
Halloween
© Madison Julius Cawein
It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en,
Where silence and darkness had built them a lair,
That I felt the dim presence of her, the unseen,
And heard her still step on the ghost-haunted air.
Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before
© Henry Howard
Geue place ye louers, here before
That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine:
To The Poet Whittier. On His 70th Birthday.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
FROM this far realm of pines I waft thee now
A brother's greeting, Poet, tried and true;
So thick the laurels on thy reverend brow,
We scarce can see the white locks glimmering through!
Red
© Leon Gellert
Place that bayonet in my hand,
And fill this pouch with lead;
Show me the blood and leave me, and let me
Stand
By my dead.
Elegy XVIII. He Repeats the Song of Colin, a Discerning Shepherd
© William Shenstone
Ergo omni studio glaciem ventosque nivales,
Quo minus est illis curæ mortalis egestas,
Avertes: victumque feres. ~Virg.
If That High World
© George Gordon Byron
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
Landscape
© Charles Baudelaire
In order to write my chaste verses Ill lie
like an astrologer near to the sky
and, by the bell-towers, listen in dream
to their solemn hymns on the air-stream.
Something Childish, But Very Natural. Written In Germany
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
1916 seen from 1921
© Edmund Blunden
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,
I sit in solitude and only hear
