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The Jubilee Of A Magazine:(To The Editor)
© Thomas Hardy
Yes; your up-dated modern page -
All flower-fresh, as it appears -
Can claim a time-tried lineage,
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto XI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Constancy rewarded
I vow'd unvarying faith, and she,
To whom in full I pay that vow,
Rewards me with variety
Which men who change can never know.
Sailor's Harbor
© Henry Reed
My thoughts, like sailors becalmed in Cape Town harbor,
Await your return, like a favorable wind, or like
Anacreontick II
© Thomas Parnell
When Spring came on with fresh Delight,
To cheer the Soul, and charm the Sight,
While easy Breezes, softer Rain,
And warmer Suns salute the Plain;
'Twas then, in yonder Piny Grove,
That Nature went to meet with Love.
My Darlin' Girl From Clare
© William Percy French
We were sittin' on the wall upon a Sunday
To watch the girls go by,
To Carmen Sylva
© Emma Lazarus
Oh, that the golden lyre divine
Whence David smote flame-tones were mine!
On Content
© Thomas Parnell
Grant heav'n that I may chuse my bliss
If you design me worldly Happiness
Sisina
© Charles Baudelaire
Imaginez Diane en galant équipage,
Parcourant les forêts ou battant les halliers,
Cheveux et gorge au vent, s'enivrant de tapage,
Superbe et défiant les meilleurs cavaliers!
How the Leopard Got His Spots
© Rudyard Kipling
I am the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in Most wise tones,
"Let us melt into the landscape - just us two by our lones."
To a Post Office Inkwell
© Christopher Morley
How many humble hearts have dipped
In you, and scrawled their manuscript!
A Recompense
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The hound that followed at my heel
Looked up with eyes so full of love
I kissed the curly brows between
And blessed the God above.
Foresight And Patience
© George Meredith
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,
Are they who point our pathway and sustain.
They rarely meet; one soars, one walks retired.
When they do meet, it is our earth inspired.
No te tardes que me muero
© Juan del Encina
No te tardes que me muero,
carcelero,
no te tardes que me muero.
Cantos de Vida y Esperanza
© Rubén Dario
I
Yo soy aquel que ayer no más decía
el verso azul y la canción profana,
en cuya noche un ruiseñor había
que era alondra de luz por la mañana.
The Tarry Buccaneer
© John Masefield
I'm going to be a pirate with a bright brass pivot-gun,
And an island in the Spanish Main beyond the setting sun,
And a silver flagon full of red wine to drink when work is done,
Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger, like a tarry Buccaneer.
The Miller's Maid
© Robert Bloomfield
Near the high road upon a winding stream
An honest Miller rose to Wealth and Fame:
The noblest Virtues cheer'd his lengthen'd days,
And all the Country echo'd with his praise:
His Wife, the Doctress of the neighb'ring Poor,
Drew constant pray'rs and blessings round his door.
Drapple-thorned Aphrodite,
© Sappho
Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,
Ask What I Shall Give Thee (II)
© John Newton
If Solomon for wisdom prayed,
The Lord before had made him wise;
Else he another choice had made,
And asked for what the worldlings prize.
Come, Come, Whoever You Are
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
