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Ballad Of Jesus Of Nazareth

© Edgar Lee Masters

It matters not what place he drew
At first life's mortal breath,
Some say it was in Bethlehem,
And some in Nazareth.
But shame and sorrow were his lot
And shameful was his death.

The Feud: A Border Ballad

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

They sat by their wine in the tavern that night,
But not in good fellowship true:
The Rhenish was strong and the Burgundy bright,
And hotter the argument grew.

The Power Of Words

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!

Life is in them, and death. A word can send

To A Dead Journalist

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

The busy trade of life is over now,
The intricate toil which was so hard for bread,
The strife each day renewed 'neath this poor brow
By this frail hand to be interpreted,

Lines On Hearing, Three Or Four Years Ago, That Constantinople Was Swallowed Up By An Earthquake;

© Amelia Opie

A Report, though false, at that time generally believed.

In her dark-ringed eyes shone the sad unrest
That spoke in the heave of her troubled breast,
And her face was white as the chiselled stone,
And her lips pressed madly against my own,
And her heart beat wildly against my heart,
And we strove to go, but we could not part.

The Cuckoo

© Edward Thomas

That's the cuckoo, you say. I cannot hear it.
When last I heard it I cannot recall; but I know
Too well the year when first I failed to hear it -
It was drowned by my man groaning out to his sheep 'Ho! Ho!'

Wat Tyler - Act II

© Robert Southey

ACT II.

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXXI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

TO ONE WHOM HE HAD LOVED TOO LONG
Why do I cling to thee, sad love? Too long
Thou bringest me neither pleasure to my soul
Nor profit to my reason save in song,

Fand, A Feerie Act I

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Eithne's Spinning Song
Things of the Earth and things of the Air,
Strengths that we feel though we cannot share,
Shapes that are round us and everywhere.

Hesiod: Or, The Rise Of Woman

© Thomas Parnell

Gold-scepter'd Juno next exalts the Fair;
Her Touch endows her with imperious Air,
Self-valuing Fancy, highly-crested Pride,
Strong sov'reign Will, and some Desire to chide:
For which, an Eloquence, that aims to vex,
With native Tropes of Anger, arms the Sex.

Poland

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Augurs that watched archaic birds

Such plumèd prodigies might read,

Evangeline: Part The First. IV.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Then came the evening service. The tapers gleamed from the altar.
Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest, and the people responded,
Not with their lips alone, but their hearts; and the Ave Maria
Sang they, and fell on their knees, and their souls, with devotion translated,
Rose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah ascending to heaven.

Ode To Joy -- With Translation

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Was den grossen Ring bewohnet,
Huldige der Sympathie!
Zu den Sternen leitet sie,
Wo der Unbekannte thronet.

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VII - Udyoga -- (The Preparation)

And to far Hastina's palace Krishna went to sue for peace,
Raised his voice against the slaughter, begged that strife and feud
should cease!

Say Not He Loves Me

Say not he loves me as before, as truly, dearly
As once he did… Oh no! My life
He would destroy, he does destroy - though see I clearly
The trembling of the hand that holds the knife.

Purgatorio (English)

To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;

Only a Woman

"She loves with love that cannot tire:
And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,
Through passionate duty love flames higher,
As grass grows taller round a stone."
Coventry Patmore.