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Content, To My Dearest Lucasia

© Katherine Philips

Content, the false World's best disguise,
The search and faction of the Wise,
Is so abstruse and hid in night,
That, like that Fairy Red-cross Knight,
Who trech'rous Falshood for clear Truth had got,
Men think they have it when they have it not.

conteining an Historicall Discourse from the Infancie of the world, untill this present time

© Roger Cotton

Now may we all of England say of truth:
As we haue heard, so haue we seene performd
In these our dayes most worthy to be learnd:
How that the Lord doth stil his Church defend
From cruell foes, whom his to hurt pretend.

City Visions

© Emma Lazarus

I

As the blind Milton's memory of light,

Carolina

© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

Querida, ao pé do leito derradeiro
Em que descansas dessa longa vida,
Aqui venho e virei, pobre querida,
Trazer-te o coração do companheiro.

Choriambics -- II

© Rupert Brooke

Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void,

lost in the haunted wood,

Chanson du bol de punch

© Victor Marie Hugo

Je suis la flamme bleue.
J'habite la banlieue,
Le vallon, le coteau ;
Sous l'if et le mélèze,
J'erre au Père-Lachaise,
J'erre au Campo-Santo.

Conversation with Jeanne

© Czeslaw Milosz

Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
It was no better and no worse than the usual human tragedies.

Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Cherish you then the hope I shall forget

At length, my lord, Pieria?put away

Clarence

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Clarence Lee from Tennessee
Loved the commercials he saw on TV.
He watched with wide believing eyes
And bought everything they advertised --

Cui Bono?

© Henry Kendall

A CLAMOUR by day and a whisper by night,
And the Summer comeswith the shining noons,
With the ripple of leaves, and the passionate light
Of the falling suns and the rising moons.

Chanson (L'Ame en fleur)

© Victor Marie Hugo

Si vous n'avez rien à me dire,
Pourquoi venir auprès de moi ?
Pourquoi me faire ce sourire
Qui tournerait la tête au roi ?
Si vous n'avez rien à me dire,
Pourquoi venir auprès de moi ?

Chanson Du Rouet

Ô mon cher rouet, ma blanche bobine,
Je vous aime mieux que l'or et l'argent!
Vous me donnez tout, lait, beurre et farine,
Et la gai logis, et le vêtement.
Je vous aime mieux que l'or et l'argent!
Ô mon cher rouet, ma blanche bobine!