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In the night Reave dreamed that Helen
Lay with him in the deep grave, he awoke loathing her,
But when the weak moment between sleep and waking
Was past, his need of her and his judgment of her
Knew their suspended duel; and he heard her breathing,
Irregularly, gently in the dark.

Dora Williams

© Edgar Lee Masters

When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me
I went to Springfield. There I met a lush,
Whose father just deceased left him a fortune.
He married me when drunk. My life was wretched.

Chords

© Madison Julius Cawein

When love delays, when love delays and Joy
Steals a strange shadow o'er the happy hills,
And Hope smiles from To-morrow, nor fulfills
One promise of To-day, thy sight would cloy
This soul with loved despair
By seeing thee so fair.

Clarence Darrow

© Edgar Lee Masters

This is Darrow,
Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart,
And his drawl, and his infinite paradox
And his sadness, and kindness,
And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life
To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.

Silence

© Edgar Lee Masters

I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick

On A Country Life

© James Thomson

I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,
But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;
Where some remains of innocence appear,
Where no rude noise insults the listening ear;

The Dance To Death. Act IV

© Emma Lazarus

The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling.
To the right, at a table near the President's chair, is seated
the Public Scrivener. Enter DIETRICH VON TETTENBORN, and HENRY
SCHNETZEN with an open letter in his hand.

A General Summary

© Rudyard Kipling

We are very slightly changed
From the semi-apes who ranged
India's Prehistoric clay;
He that drew the longest bow
Ran his brother down, you know,
As we run men down to-day.

Song of Love XXIV

© Khalil Gibran

I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.

The Abbey Mason

© Thomas Hardy

(The church which, at an after date,
Acquired cathedral rank and state.)

The Doves Of Venus

© George Essex Evans

The dull earth swung in silence oer,

A dreamless world, a dreary star,

Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 05 - Cerberus And Furies, And That Lack Of Light

© Lucretius

Tartarus, out-belching from his mouth the surge

Of horrible heat- the which are nowhere, nor

The Marriage Of Tirzah And Ahirad

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Round the dark curtains of the fiery throne
Pauses awhile the voice of sacred song:
From all the angelic ranks goes forth a groan,
'How long, O Lord, how long?'
The still small voice makes answer, 'Wait and see,
Oh sons of glory, what the end shall be.'

The Tryst Of The Sachems Daughter

In the far green depths of the forest glade,
Where the hunters footsteps but rarely strayed,
Was a darksome dell, possessed, twas said,
By an evil spirit, dark and dread,
Whose weird voice spoke in the whisperings low
Of that haunted wood, and the torrents flow.

Mathematics

Mathematics is, as it were, a sensuous logic, and relates to philosophy as do the arts, music, and plastic art to poetry.

Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)

Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground,

Uncertain whither from myself to fly,

Budapest Museum of Fine Arts:

this is to compliment those
who have made us petrified
and conjured up evidence of our sufferings
into what they call a tourist's attraction

Gallant and brave! together clinging,
True to the last! with but this plea;
Still in our ears its words are ringing,
"When you get home, remember me!"