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The Immortal

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Beauty that rosed the moth-wing, touched the land
With clover-horns and delicate faint flowers,
Beauty that bade the showers
Beat on the violet's face,
Shall hold the eternal heavens within their place
And hear new stars come singing from God's hand.

Red Carnations

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

One time in Arcadie's fair bowers
There met a bright immortal band,
To choose their emblems from the flowers
That made an Eden of that land.

Idyll II. The Sorceress

© Theocritus

Lady, farewell: turn ocean-ward thy steeds:
As I have purposed, so shall I fulfil.
Farewell, thou bright-faced Moon! Ye stars, farewell,
That wait upon the car of noiseless Night.

Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 02 - Rainy Season

© Kalidasa

"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, and with skyey flashes of lighting as its pennants and buntings, and with the thunders of thunderbolts as its percussive drumbeats, thus this rainy season has come to pass, radiately shining forth like a king, for the delight of voluptuous people…

"By far, the vault of heaven is overly impregnated with massive clouds, that are similar to the gleam of blackish petals of black-costuses… somewhere they are similar to the glitter of the heaps of well-kneaded blackish mascara… and elsewhere they glisten like the blackened nipples of bosoms of pregnant women, ready to rain the elixir of life on the lips of her offspring, when that offspring is actualised…

Our River

© John Greenleaf Whittier

FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL AT "THE LAURELS" ON THE MERRIMAC.

Once more on yonder laurelled height

Too Late

© John Hay

Had we but met in other days,
Had we but loved in other ways,
Another light and hope had shone
On your life and my own.

The Voyage To Vinland: Bioern's Beckoners

© James Russell Lowell

Looms there the New Land;
Locked in the shadow
Long the gods shut it,
Niggards of newness
They, the o'er-old.

The Young Greek Odalisque

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Mid silken cushions, richly wrought, a young Greek girl reclined,
And fairer form the harems walls had neer before enshrined;
Mid all the young and lovely ones who round her clustered there,
With glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes, she shone supremely fair.

The Creek of the Four Graves [Late Version]

© Charles Harpur

A settler in the olden times went forth

With four of his most bold and trusted men

The Sleeping Beauty

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

SO has she lain for centuries unguessed,
Her waiting face to waiting heaven turned,
While winds have wooed and ardent suns have burned
And stars have died to sentinel her rest.

The Task: Book IV. -- The Winter Evening

© William Cowper

Hark! tis the twanging horn oer yonder bridge,

That with its wearisome but needful length

The Dancer

© Edmund Waller

Behold the brand of beauty tossed!

See how the motion does dilate the flame!

Hos Ego Versiculos

© Francis Quarles

The Rose withers, the blossome blasteth,
The flowre fades, the morning hasteth:
The Sunne sets, the shadow flies,
The Gourd consumes, and man he dies.

Of Beauty and Duty

TWO ladies to the summit of my mind
Have clomb, to hold an argument of love.
The one has wisdom with her from above,
For every noblest virtue well designed:

Beauty And Terror

Beauty does not walk through lovely days.
Beauty walks with horror in her hair.
Down long centuries of pleasant ways
Men have found the terrible most fair.

Naked Lonely Hand (Nagna Nirjan Hat)

Darkness once again thickens throughout the sky:
This darkness, like light's mysterious sister.
She who has loved me always,
Whose face I have yet to see,
Like that woman
Is this darkness, deepening, closing in upon a February sky.

The Parlour

Warm is the parlour atmosphere,

Serene the lamp's soft light;

The Phantom Fleet

© Alfred Noyes

The sunset lingered in the pale green West:
In rosy wastes the low soft evening star
Woke; while the last white sea-mew sought for rest;
And tawny sails came stealing o'er the bar.