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A Wreath Of Sonnets (13/14)
© France Preseren
Send but your rays their glory to renew
And let me not look for dawn's light in vain
In your dear face, to hold back night's domain
And calm the wildest storms that ever blew.
For Ever
© Henry Kendall
OUT of the body for ever,
Wearily sobbing, Oh, whither?
A Soul that hath wasted its chances
Floats on the limitless ether.
An Answer
© Zbigniew Herbert
This will be a night in deep snow
which has the power to muffle steps
in deep shadow transforming
bodies to two puddles of darkness
we lie holding our breath
and even the slightest whisper of thought
Villon
© Basil Bunting
He whom we anatomized
whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers
and thought on his wit and how neatly he described things
speaks
to us, hatching marrow,
broody all night over the bones of a deadman.
Italy : 14. Venice
© Samuel Rogers
There is a glorious City in the Sea.
The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,
Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Clings to the marble of her palaces.
The Bumboat Woman's Story
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief,
My eyes are gone, and my teeth have been drawn by Time, the Thief!
For terrible sights I've seen, and dangers great I've run -
I'm nearly seventy now, and my work is almost done!
The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades
© George Meredith
He tells it, who knew the law
Upon mortals: he stood alive
Declaring that this he saw:
He could see, and survive.
Red Ridinghood
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral: There's nothing much glummer
Than children whose talents appal.
One much prefers those that are dumber,
And as for the paragons small
If a swallow cannot make a summer.
It can bring on a summary fall!
St. George
© Emile Verhaeren
Opening the mists on a sudden through,
An Avenue!
Then, all one ferment of varied gold,
With foam of plumes where the chamfrom bends
Round his horse's head, that no bit doth hold,
St. George descends!
The Carpenter
© George MacDonald
O Lord, at Joseph's humble bench
Thy hands did handle saw and plane;
Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,
Avoiding knot and humouring grain.
PARADOX. That it is best for a Young Maid to marry an Old Man
© Henry King
Fair one, why cannot you an old man love?
He may as useful, and more constant prove.
Experience shews you that maturer years
Are a security against those fears
A Poem Dedicated To The Memory Of The Late Learned And Eminent Mr. William Law, Professor Of Philoso
© Robert Blair
In silence to suppress my griefs I've tried,
And kept within its banks the swelling tide!
But all in vain: unbidden numbers flow;
Spite of myself my sorrows vocal grow.
The Sailor Boy to His Lass
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I go away this blessed day,
To sail across the sea, MATILDA!
Evening Prayer
© Edith Nesbit
NOT to the terrible God, avenging, bright,
Whose altars struck their roots in flame and blood,
Breitmann In Holland. Leyden.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
TIS shveet to valk in Holland towns
Apout de twilicht tide,
Vhen all ish shdill on proad canals,
Safe vhere a poat may clide.
The Child Of The Islands - Opening
© Caroline Norton
I.
OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth,
What joy is welcomed like a new-born child?
What life so wretched, but that, at its birth,
Antiphon
© George MacDonald
Daylight fades away.
Is the Lord at hand
In the shadows gray
Stealing on the land?
The Importunate Widow
© John Newton
Our Lord, who knows full well
The heart of every saint;
Invites us, by a parable,
To pray and never faint.
The Convocation: A Poem
© Richard Savage
The Pagan prey on slaughter'd Wretches Fates,
The Romish fatten on the best Estates,
The British stain what Heav'n has right confest,
And Sectaries the Scriptures falsly wrest.
