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Flying Deeper into the Century
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
Flying deeper into the centuryis exhilarating, the faces of loved ones eaten outslowly, the panhandles of flesh warding offthe air, the smiling plots
Cowboy on Horse in Desert
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
Little cowboy, painted ona paint-by-numbers picturefound in a junk shop
Brain Litany: Or, Overlooking the Existential Factor
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
"Can it be that any man has the skill to fabricate himself?" -- St. Augustine
Cooper's Hill (1655)
© Sir John Denham
Sure there are poets which did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon, we therefore may supposeThose made not poets, but the poets those
Cooper's Hill (1642)
© Sir John Denham
Sure we have poets that did never dreamUpon Parnassus, nor did taste the streamOf Helicon, and therefore I supposeThose made not poets, but the poets those
Art Thou Poor
© Thomas Dekker
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content!Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment!Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexedTo add to golden numbers, golden numbers?O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring? O sweet content!Swimm'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? O punishment!Then he that patiently want's burden bearsNo burden bears, but is a king, a king:O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,Smiles awake you when you rise
La Mort du loup
© Alfred de Vigny
Les nuages couraient sur la lune enflamméeComme sur l'incendie on voit fuir la fumée,Et les bois étaient noirs jusques à l'horizon
Les Montreurs
© Leconte de Lisle
Tel qu'un morne animal, meurtri, plein de poussière,La chaîne au cou, hurlant au chaud soleil d'été,Promène qui voudra son cœur ensanglantéSur ton pavé cynique, ô plèbe carnassière!
Pour mettre un feu stérile en ton œil hébété,Pour mendier ton rire ou ta pitié grossière,Déchire qui voudra la robe de lumièreDe la pudeur divine et de la volupté
Le Lac
© Alphonse de Lamartine
Ainsi toujours poussés vers de nouveaux rivages,Dans la nuit éternelle emportés sans retour,Ne pourrons-nous jamais sur l'océan des âges Jeter l'ancre un seul jour?
Le Crucifix
© Alphonse de Lamartine
Toi que j'ai recueilli sur sa bouche expiranteAvec son dernier souffle et son dernier adieu,Symbole deux fois saint, don d'une main mourante, Image de mon Dieu;
Les Conquerants
© José Maria de Heredia
Comme un vol de gerfauts hors du charnier natal,Fatigués de porter leurs misères hautaines,De Palos de Moguer, routiers et capitainesPartaient, ivres d'un rêve héroïque et brutal
A Ballad of a Nun
© John Davidson
From Eastertide to Eastertide For ten long years her patient kneesEngraved the stones--the fittest bride Of Christ in all the diocese.
Musophilus
© Samuel Daniel
Power above powers, O heavenly eloquence, That with the strong rein of commanding words Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence Of men's affections more than all their swords: Shall we not offer to thy excellence The richest treasure that our wit affords? Thou that canst do much more with one poor pen Than all the powers of princes can effect, And draw, divert, dispose, and fashion menBetter than force or rigour can direct: Should we this ornament of glory then, As th' unmaterial fruits of shades, neglect?Or should we, careless, come behind the rest In power of words, that go before in worth? Whenas our accents, equal to the best, Is able greater wonders to bring forth; When all that ever hotter spirits express'd, Comes better'd by the patience of the north
Delia XXXIII
© Samuel Daniel
When men shall find thy flower, thy glory, pass,And thou with careful brow sitting aloneReceived hast this message from thy glass,That tells thee truth and says that all is gone:Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds thou madest,Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining;I that have lov'd thee thus before thou fadest,My faith shall wax when thou art in thy waning
Delia XLV
© Samuel Daniel
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:Relieve my languish, and restore the light,With dark forgetting of my cares, return;And let the day be time enough to mournThe shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,Without the torment of the night's untruth
The Civil Wars between the Two Houses of Lancaster and York
© Samuel Daniel
The swift approach and unexpected speedThe king had made upon this new-rais'd force,In the unconfirmed troops, much fear did breed,Untimely hind'ring their intended course
The Husband’s and Wife’s Grave
© Dana Richard Henry
Husband and wife! No converse now ye hold,As once ye did in your young days of love,On its alarms, its anxious hours, delays,Its silent meditations, its glad hopes,Its fears, impatience, quiet sympathies;Nor do ye speak of joy assured, and blissFull, certain, and possessed
The Dying Raven
© Dana Richard Henry
Come to these lonely woods to die alone?It seems not many days since thou wast heard,From out the mists of spring, with thy shrill note,Calling upon thy mates -- and their clear answers
