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Flower and Song

© William Herbert Carruth

I dug a little flower
 From out the forest-shade,
And set it in my garden
 Where light and sunshine played.

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Prosopopoia : or, Mother Hubbards Tale

© Edmund Spenser

Yet he the name on him would rashly take,
Maugre the sacred Muses, and it make
A servant to the vile affection
Of such, as he depended most upon;
And with the sugrie sweete thereof allure
Chast Ladies eares to fantasies impure.

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I Cannot Love Thee!

© Caroline Norton

When thy tongue (ah! woe is me!)
Whispers love-vows tenderly,
Mine is shaping, all unheard,
Fragments of some withering word,

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If I'm lost—now

© Emily Dickinson

If I'm lost—now
That I was found—
Shall still my transport be—
That once—on me—those Jasper Gates
Blazed open—suddenly—

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They Held Me Down

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

It was Sat night at the slammer the gavel was falling like a hammer
As they dragged in every freak from off the road
One by one they entered the cell and the stories that they had to tell
Were all different but all seemed to end on the very same note

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Age

© John Kenyon

Full oft you're plaining that in age

  Our faculties and feelings die.

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The Generous Nephew

© Confucius

I escorted my uncle to Tsin,
  Till the Wei we crossed on the way.
  Then I gave as I left
  For his carriage a gift
  Four steeds, and each steed was a bay.

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The Perils of Invisibility

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Old PETER led a wretched life -
Old PETER had a furious wife;
Old PETER too was truly stout,
He measured several yards about.

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Life Is A Dream - Act III

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

FIRST SOLDIER [within].  He is here within this tower.
Dash the door from off its hinges;
Enter all

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The Change

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

LOVE used to carry a bow, you know,

But now he carries a taper;

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The Songs Of Night

© Edgar Albert Guest

The moon swings low in the sky above, 

And the twinkling stars shine bright,

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Spiritual Love

© Alfred Austin

Could you but give me all that I desire,

I should be richer, and you no more poor,

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Craigieburn Wood

© Robert Burns

Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
  And blythe awakens the morrow,
But a' the pride o' spring's return
  Can yield me nocht but sorrow.

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Ballad of Reading Gaol - I

© Oscar Wilde

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

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An Elective Course

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

LINES FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF A HARVARD UNDERGRADUATE

The bloom that lies on Fanny's cheek

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Masnawi

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as God and considered all second causes subordinate to that. Human minds recognize the second causes, but only prophets perceive the action of the first cause. One story tells of a clever rabbit who warned the lion about another lion and showed the lion his own image in a well, causing him to attack it and drown. After delivering his companions from the tyrannical lion, the rabbit urges them to engage in the more difficult warfare against their own inward lusts. In a debate between trusting God and human exertion, Rumi quoted the prophet Muhammad as saying, "Trust in God, yet tie the camel's leg."8 He also mentioned the adage that the worker is the friend of God; so in trusting in providence one need not neglect to use means. Exerting oneself can be giving thanks for God's blessings; but he asked if fatalism shows gratitude.


God is hidden and has no opposite, not seen by us yet seeing us. Form is born of the formless but ultimately returns to the formless. An arrow shot by God cannot remain in the air but must return to God. Rumi reconciled God's agency with human free will and found the divine voice in the inward voice. Those in close communion with God are free, but the one who does not love is fettered by compulsion. God is the agency and first cause of our actions, but human will as the second cause finds recompense in hell or with the Friend. God is like the soul, and the world is like the body. The good and evil of bodies comes from souls. When the sanctuary of true prayer is revealed to one, it is shameful to turn back to mere formal religion. Rumi confirmed Muhammad's view that women hold dominion over the wise and men of heart; but violent fools, lacking tenderness, gentleness, and friendship, try to hold the upper hand over women, because they are swayed by their animal nature. The human qualities of love and tenderness can control the animal passions. Rumi concluded that woman is a ray of God and the Creator's self.

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Italy : 6. Jorasse

© Samuel Rogers

Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year;
Graceful and active as a stag just roused;
Gentle withal, and pleasant in his speech,
Yet seldom seen to smile.  He had grown up

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God's Rest.

© Robert Crawford

I saw God in a dream go by,
As if He trod the phantom air
Within a hushed eternity,
Dead worlds around Him everywhere.

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Heine In Paris

© Kenneth Slessor

LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;
The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,
Streams in the glass. Outside, ten thousand chimneys fume,
Looping the weather-birds with rings of gold;

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The Starling

© Steen Steensen Blicher

Ah starling! Most welcome, you bird of good cheer!

Are we to have all your pranks again here?