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Breadth And Depth

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Full many a shining wit one sees,
With tongue on all things well conversing;
The what can charm, the what can please,
In every nice detail rehearsing.
Their raptures so transport the college,
It seems one honeymoon of knowledge.

Beauteous Individuality

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Thou in truth shouldst be one, yet not with the whole shouldst thou be so.
'Tis through the reason thou'rt one,--art so with it through the heart.
Voice of the whole is thy reason, but thou thine own heart must be ever;
If in thy heart reason dwells evermore, happy art thou.

Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher's Tragi-Comedy 'The Fair Maid of the Inn'

© John Keats

Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Ye have souls in heaven too,
Double-lived in regions new!

Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art

© John Keats

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

Bombay

© John Matthew

In your bosom we wake up with fear,
In your sky theres only unending tears,
You always roar, but within,
Hangs silence like a shroud of death.

Being Me!

© John Matthew

Wild are my ways, wilder than you think
You will find me standing a little left of frame
You will find me a little away from the meeting place
I am that and much more, insignificant me.

Boy at the Window

© Richard Wilbur

Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.

Bright Cap and Streamers

© James Joyce

Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.

Bid Adieu to Maidenhood

© James Joyce

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways
The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,

Because Your Voice Was at My Side

© James Joyce

Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.

Be Not Sad

© James Joyce

Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?

Bahnhofstrasse

© James Joyce

The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star. Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know

By an Autumn Fire

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

No more of springtime hopes, sweet and uncertain,
Here we have largess of summer in fee
Pile high the logs till the flame be leaping,
At bay the chill of the autumn keeping,
While pilgrim-wise, we may go a-reaping
In the fairest meadow of memory!

Before Storm

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

There's a grayness over the harbor like fear on the face of a woman,
The sob of the waves has a sound akin to a woman's cry,
And the deeps beyond the bar are moaning with evil presage
Of a storm that will leap from its lair in that dour north-eastern sky.

Bird On The Wire

Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,

Beach Glass

© Amy Clampitt

While you walk the water's edge,
turning over concepts
I can't envision, the honking buoy
serves notice that at any time

Barley-break; Or, Last In Hell

We two are last in hell; what may we fear
To be tormented or kept pris'ners here I
Alas! if kissing be of plagues the worst,
We'll wish in hell we had been last and first.