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Ode To Broken Things
© Pablo Neruda
Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto X.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
II The Devices
Love, kiss'd by Wisdom, wakes twice Love,
And Wisdom is, thro' loving, wise.
Let Dove and Snake, and Snake and Dove,
This Wisdom's be, that Love's device.
The Girt Wold House O Mossy Stwone
© William Barnes
The girt wold house o' mossy stwone,
Up there upon the knap alwone,
A-Haulen O The Corn
© William Barnes
Ah! yesterday, you know, we carr'd
The piece o' corn in Zidelèn Plot,
A Child's Hair
© William Watson
A letter from abroad. I tear
Its sheathing open, unaware
What treasure gleams within; and there-
Like bird from cage-
Flutters a curl of golden hair
Out of the page.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Second Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
Now begins the enthusiast to display the affections and uncover the
wounds which are for a sign in his body, and in substance or essence in
his soul, and he says thus:
"Pent in this common sphere"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
PENT in this common sphere of sensual shows,
I pine for beauty; beauty of fresh mien,
And gentle utterance, and the charm serene,
Wherewith the hue of mystic dream-land glows;
Evangeline: Part The Second. III.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches
Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,
Moly
© Madison Julius Cawein
And these things then shall keep me company:
The elfins of the dew; the spirit of laughter
Who haunts the wind; the god of melody
Who sings within the stream, that reaches after
Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth
© Ovid
The End of the Twelfth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
The City (2)
© Archibald Lampman
Canst thou not rest, O city,
That liest so wide and fair;
Shall never an hour bring pity,
Nor end be found for care?
The Substitute
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!
The bitter, bitter doom!
What hast thou done to tempt this ghastly end--
This death of shame and gloom?
Talbragar
© Henry Lawson
JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
Jack Denvers wife bowed down her headher daughters grief was wild,
And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child.
But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far,
To raise the biggest funeral ever seen on Talbragar.
Contemplando nas coisas do mundo desde o seu retiro
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Neste mundo é mais rico o que mais rapa: quem mais limpo se faz, tem mais carepa;
Com sua língua, ao nobre o vil decepa.
O velhaco maior sempre tem capa.
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV)
© Alexander Pope
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
Washing the Dishes
© Christopher Morley
WHEN we on simple rations sup
How easy is the washing up!
But heavy feeding complicates
The task by soiling many plates.
Sonnet 92: Be Your Words Made
© Sir Philip Sidney
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
That you allow me them by so small rate?
The New Cry
© Benjamin Jonson
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone;
Unto the cries of London I'll add one;
Jesu
© George Herbert
Jesu is in my heart, his sacred name
Is deeply carved there; but th' other week
