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The Street-Children's Dance

© Mathilde Blind

NOW the earth in fields and hills
Stirs with pulses of the Spring,
Next-embowering hedges ring
With interminable trills;
Sunlight runs a race with rain,
All the world grows young again.

Robin Hood And The Potter

© Andrew Lang

In schomer, when the leves spryng,
The bloschems on every bowe,
So merey doyt the berdys syng
Yn wodys merey now.

Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown

© John Keats

I.
He is to weet a melancholy carle:
Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,
As hath the seeded thistle when in parle

Look Seaward, Sentinel!

© Alfred Austin

I
Look seaward, Sentinel, and tell the land
What you behold.

From Omar Khayyam

© Edward Fitzgerald

A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread-and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

LO! THE unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails-an ample
Ship, carrying even her moonsails;
The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately-
below, emulous waves press forward,
They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and foam.

O Cup Bearer

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

The heavens' green sea and the bark therein,
The slender bark of the crescent moon,
Are lost in thy bounty's radiant noon,
Vizir and pilgrim, Kawameddin!

The Naughty Little Fellow

© Edgar Albert Guest

When a naughty little fellow stands ashamed in front of you
And his lips begin to quiver and he's ready to boo-hoo,
When his big round eyes are filling with the tears he cannot check,
And at last you find him sobbing with his arms around your neck,
Don't you get a tender feeling sort of stealing over you,
Till you feel like crying with him? Well, you bet your life I do.

The Cloud Messenger - Part 04

© Kalidasa

The slender young woman who is there would be the premier creation by the
Creator in the sphere of women, with fine teeth, lips like a ripe bimba fruit, a
slim waist, eyes like a startled gazelles, a deep navel, a gait slow on account
of the weight of her hips, and who is somewhat bowed down by her breasts.

Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to see
How soon this life is past and gone,
And death comes softly stealing on,
How silently!

Shakespeare

© William Lisle Bowles

O sovereign Master! who with lonely state
Dost rule as in some isle's enchanted land,
On whom soft airs and shadowy spirits wait,
Whilst scenes of "faerie" bloom at thy command,
On thy wild shores forgetful could I lie,
And list, till earth dissolved to thy sweet minstrelsy!

Vox Ecclesiae, Vox Christi

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Not 'neath the altar only,yet, in sooth,

There more than elsewhere,is the cry, How long?

Angel Faces

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

I.
I SHALL not paint them. God them sees, and I:
No other can, nor need. They have no form,
I may not close with human kisses warm

Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto II.

© John Gay

Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,

Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.

The Brus Book XVI

© John Barbour

[King Robert goes to Ireland]
Quhen Schyr Edward, as Ik said ar,
Had discomfyt Richard of Clar

Time And Love

Time flies. The swift hours hurry by

And speed us on to untried ways;

The Land Of Pallas

Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
And life went by me flowing like a placid river
Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make head.

The Secret Of The Stars

Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides
The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
Speak from thy caverns, mystery-breeding Earth,
Tell the half-hinted story of thy birth,
And calm the noisy champions who have thrown
The book of types against the book of stone!