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A Uma Senhora Que Me Pediu Versos

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Pensa em ti mesma, acharás
Melhor poesia,
Viveza, graça, alegria,
Doçura e paz.

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Alexander By Thebes

© Anna Akhmatova

I think, the king was fierce, though young,
When he proclaimed, "You’ll level Thebes with ground."
And the old chief perceived this city proud,
He’d seen in times that are in sagas sung.

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A M. Froment Meurice

© Victor Marie Hugo

Nous sommes frères : la fleur
Par deux arts peut être faite.
Le poète est ciseleur ;
Le ciseleur est poëte.

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Astrophel And Stella-Fourth Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

Only joy, now here you are,
Fit to hear and ease my care:
Let my whispering voice obtain
Sweet reward for sharpest pain.
Take me to thee, and thee to me.
"No, no, no, no, my dear, let be."

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A Psychological Tip

© Piet Hein

Whenever you're called on to make up your mind,

and you're hampered by not having any,

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A Thought

© Walter Savage Landor

BLYTHE bell, that calls to bridal halls,
  Tolls deep a darker day;
The very shower that feeds the flower
  Weeps also its decay.

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Album Leaf

© Stéphane Mallarme

All at once, as if in play,
Mademoiselle, she who moots
A wish to hear how it sounds today
The wood of my several flutes

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Autumn Frost

© Boris Pasternak

The morning sun shows like a pillar
Of fire through smoke on frosty days.
As on a faulty snap, it cannot
Make out my features in the haze.

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A Virgile

© Victor Marie Hugo

Pour toi je l'ai cherchée, un matin, fier, joyeux,
Avec l'amour au coeur et l'aube dans les yeux ;
Pour toi je l'ai cherchée, accompagné de celle
Qui sait tous les secrets que mon âme recèle,
Et qui, seule avec moi sous les bois chevelus,
Serait ma Lycoris si j'étais ton Gallus.

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A Remonstrance to the Poet Campbell, on Proposing to Take up His Permanent Residence in London

© Alaric Alexander Watts

Dear Poet of Hope! who hast charmed us so long

 With thy strains of home-music, sweet, solemn, and strong;

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An Entreaty

© Frances Anne Kemble

Once more, once more into the sunny fields

  Oh, let me stray!

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Ariel

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

A VOICE like the murmur of doves,
Soft lightning from eyes of blue;
On her cheek a flush like love's
First delicate, rosebud hue;

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April Thoughts

© Edgar Albert Guest

Listen to the laughter of the brook that's racin' by!

  Listen to the chatter of the black-birds on the fence!

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Acropolis

© Lawrence Durrell

The soft quem quam will be Scops the Owl

conjugation of nouns, a line of enquiry,

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Annan Water

© Andrew Lang

"Annan water's wading deep,
And my love Annie's wondrous bonny;
And I am laith she suld weet her feet,
Because I love her best of ony.

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Answer To Tait

© James Clerk Maxwell

The mounted disk of ebonite
Has whirled before, nor whirled in vain;
Rowland of Troy, that doughty knight,
Convection currents did obtain
In such a disk, of power to wheedle,
From its loved North the subtle needle.

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A Monument For The Soldiers

© James Whitcomb Riley

A monument for the Soldiers!

  And what will ye build it of?

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Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever

© Robert Burns

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How strangely now I come, a man of sorrow,
Nor yet such sorrow as youth dreamed of, blind,
But life's last indigence which dares not borrow
One garment more of Hope to cheat life's wind.

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Against Hope

© Abraham Cowley

HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is,

Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ;