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A Granville, en 1836

© Victor Marie Hugo

Voici juin. Le moineau raille
Dans les champs les amoureux ;
Le rossignol de muraille
Chante dans son nid pierreux.

Autumn

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Mine avenue is all a growth of oaks,
Some rent by thunder strokes,
Some rustling leaves and acorns in the breeze;
Fair fall my fertile trees,
That rear their goodly heads, and live at ease.

A Glance Behind The Curtain

© James Russell Lowell

We see but half the causes of our deeds,

Seeking them wholly in the outer life,

Autumn

© Frances Anne Kemble

Thou comest not in sober guise,

In mellow cloak of russet clad

Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed?

© Isaac Watts

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

Abba Thule's Lament For His Son Prince Le Boo

© William Lisle Bowles

I climb the highest cliff; I hear the sound

Of dashing waves; I gaze intent around;

A Good Time Going!

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

BRAVE singer of the coming time,

Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,

A Girl's Autumn Reverie

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

We plucked a red rose, you and I

All in the summer weather;

A Birthday Trifle

© Henry Kendall

Here in this gold-green evening end,

While air is soft and sky is clear,

Thoughtful in youth, but not austere in age;
Calm, but not cold, and cheerful though a sage;
Too true to flatter and too kind to sneer,
And only just when seemingly severe;
So gently blending courtesy and art
That wisdomâs lips seemed borrowing friendshipâs heart.

A Zacinto

© Ugo Foscolo

Some will not return: I too
offend the powers that be, am banned
from home. Oh maternal land,
my words are all I have to send to you

After Release From Prison

© Nazim Hikmet

Awake.

Where are you?

A Sunset at Les Eboulements

© Archibald Lampman

Broad shadows fall. On all the mountain side

The scythe-swept fields are silent. Slowly home

Anticipation

© Madison Julius Cawein

Windy the sky and mad;
Surly the gray March day;
Bleak the forests and sad,
Sad for the beautiful May.

At The Seaside

O SOLITARY shining sea
That ripples in the sun,
O gray and melancholy sea,
O'er which the shadows run;

Angered Reason

Angered Reason walked with me
A street so squat, unshapen, bald,
So blear--windowed and grimy--walled,
So dismal--doored, it seemed to be

A Bridal Song

© Hugh McCrae

SHE is more sparkling beautiful

Than dawn-light seen thro tears

Alma En Pena

¿Por qué, Fuensanta mía,
si mi pasión de ayer está ya muerta
y en tu rostro se anuncia los estragos
de la vejez temida que se acerca,
tu boca es una invitación al beso
como lo fue en lejanas primaveras?