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A Song Of Despair
© Pablo Neruda
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
A Comparison. Addressed To A Young Lady
© William Cowper
Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid
Apparitions
© Robert Browning
Such a starved bank of moss
Till, that May-morn,
Blue ran the flash across:
Violets were born!
A Fragment: When, To Their Airy Hall
© George Gordon Byron
When, to their airy hall, my father's voice
Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;
A Novelty
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Why should I care for the Ages
Because they are old and grey?
To me, like sudden laughter,
The stars are fresh and gay;
The world is a daring fancy,
And finished yesterday.
Approach Of Summer
© William Lisle Bowles
How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fill
My heart with gladness, when thy pleasant tide
A Valentine For Hands
© Annie Finch
names, silencequietest minutes
(building like rain or returning like seas)
since they have touched me, your warm hands have sown
gentlest sounds, touches and hours
(or, building like rain, turning, like seas)
After The Centennial
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
(A Hope.)
BEFORE our eyes a pageant rolled
Whose banners every land unfurled;
And as it passed, its splendors told
A Part of an Ode
© Benjamin Jonson
to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
After Cattle
© Roderic Quinn
WE lit a fire, and straightway camped,
And all night long
We heard the river sing its song.
Our horses fed, and neighed, and stamped;
An Epitaph On A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel
© Benjamin Jonson
Weep with me, all you that read
This little story;
And know, for whom a tear you shed
Death's self is sorry.
A Sonnet
© Oliver Goldsmith
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
MYRA, too sincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.
Addiction
© Claire Nixon
What have I became
in this false fantasy?
Thriving on something sweet,
submerging into another world.
A Noonday Melody
© George MacDonald
Everything goes to its rest;
The hills are asleep in the noon;
And life is as still in its nest
As the moon when she looks on a moon
In the depth of a calm river's breast
As it steals through a midnight in June.
Against A Sickness: To The Female Double Principle God
© Alan Dugan
She said: Im god and all
of this and that world and love
A Letter to Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-Harley, when a Child
© Matthew Prior
MY noble, lovely, little Peggy,
Let this my First Epistle beg ye,
At dawn of morn, and close of even,
To lift your heart and hands to Heaven.
In double duty say your prayer:
Our Father first, then Notre Pere.
An Ode
© Matthew Prior
The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure;
But Cloe is my real flame.
An Old Sweetheart Of Mine
© James Whitcomb Riley
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in shadowy design
I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.
A Reasonable Affliction
© Matthew Prior
On his death-bed poor Lubin lies:
His spouse is in despair:
With frequent sobs, and mutual cries,
They both express their care.
