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Villanelle Of Marguerite's

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

"A little, _passionately, not at all?_"
She casts the snowy petals on the air:
And what care we how many petals fall!

Aspasia

© Giacomo Leopardi

At times thy image to my mind returns,

Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams

A Shore Twilight

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er

A kingdom of enchantment by the shore!

Saturday Evening

© John Newton

Safely through another week,
God has brought us on our way;
Let us now a blessing seek,
On th' approaching Sabbath-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

The Prison

© Arthur Symons

I am the prisoner of my love of you.

I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do,

Blondine

© John Hay

I wandered through a careless world

Deceived when not deceiving,

The Arabs Faerwell To His Horse

Yes, thou must go! the wild free breeze, the brilliant sun and sky,
Thy master's home--from all of these, my exiled one must fly.
Thy proud dark eye will grow less proud, thy step become less fleet,
And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck, thy master's hand to meet.
Only in sleep shall I behold that dark eye, glancing bright
Only in sleep shall hear again that step so firm and light:

Lady Constance

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

My Love, my Lord,
I think the toil of glorious day is done.
I see thee leaning on thy jewelled sword,
And a light-hearted child of France
Is dancing to thee in the sun,
And thus he carols in his dance.

Breitmann In Holland. Amsterdam.

© Charles Godfrey Leland

TO Amsterd-m came Breitmann
All in de Kermes tide;
Yonge Maegden allegader
Filled de straat on afery side.

The Day Before I Die

© Henry Lawson

THERES such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head!
Im scribbling this against a book, with foolscap round, in bed.
It strikes me that Ill scribble much in this way by and by,
And write my last lines so perchance the day before I die.

A Dream Of Sunshine

© Eugene Field

I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways

Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--

To Mrs. Ward. By The Same.

© Mary Barber

O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,
Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,
Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hear
Unstudy'd Truth, which few, alas! can bear;
While conscious Virtue takes the Muse's Part,
Glows on thy Cheek, and warms thy gen'rous Heart.

At Sunset Time

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

A DOWN the west a golden glow

Sinks burning in the sea,

Poets At Seven Years

And the mother, closing the work-book
Went off, proud, satisfied, not seeing,
In the blue eyes, under the lumpy brow,
The soul of her child given over to loathing.

Amours De Voyage, Canto I

I am to tell you, you say, what I think of our last new acquaintance.
Well, then, I think that George has a very fair right to be jealous.
I do not like him much, though I do not dislike being with him.
He is what people call, I suppose, a superior man, and
Certainly seems so to me; but I think he is terribly selfish.

Phenomenal Woman

© Maya Angelou

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Walking Around (Original Spanish)

© Pablo Neruda

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.