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Ainsi Va le Monde
© Mary Darby Robinson
While motley mumm'ry holds her tinsel reign,
SHAKSPERE might write, and GARRICK act in vain:
True Wit recedes, when blushing Reason views
This spurious offspring of the banish'd Muse.
Parisian Dream
© Charles Baudelaire
Á Constantine Guys
I
The vague and distant image
of this landscape, so terrifying,
At the End
© Marilyn L. Taylor
In another time, a linen winding sheet
would already have been drawn
about her, the funeral drums by now
The Ring And The Book - Chapter VIII - Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis
© Robert Browning
(Virgil, now, should not be too difficult
To Cinoncino,say the early books . . .
Pen, truce to further gambols! Poscimur!)
Laureate
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DEATH met a little child who cried
For a bright star which earth denied,
And Death, so sympathetic, kissed it,
Saying: "With me
All bright things be!"--
And only the child's mother missed it.
A Wreath To The Fish
© Nancy Willard
Who is this fish, still wearing its wealth,
flat on my drainboard, dead asleep,
its suit of mail proof only against the stream?
What is it to live in a stream,
A Love Letter to Her Husband
© Anne Bradstreet
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, begone,
The silent night's the fittest time for moan;
Songs of the Winter Days
© George MacDonald
The sky has turned its heart away,
The earth its sorrow found;
The daisies turn from childhood's play,
And creep into the ground.
The Village Garden
© Amy Levy
Here, where your garden fenced about and still is,
Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet
With mixed delight of lavender and lilies,
Dreaming I linger in the noontide heat.
Parting And Meeting
© Robert Laurence Binyon
But when from far in the thronged street
Our eyes each other leap to find,
O when at last our arms enwind,
And on our lips our longings meet,
The world glows new with each heart--beat,
Love is come home, Life is enshrined.
The Bride
© Caroline Norton
Where time and sorrow, guilt and care,
Have past and left their withering there:-
These are her joys; and she doth roam
Around her dear but desert home;
Peopling the vacant seats, till tears arise,
And blot the dim sweet vision from her eyes.
Unification
© Karl Kraus
This talk of merger gets me upset
I care for no Austro-German reunion.
With Germany I have no communion
I have not even joined Austria yet.
Sonnet X
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
As to a child, I talked my heart asleep
With empty promise of the coming day,
A Humble Appeal
© Jessie Pope
SHE was a pretty, nicely mannered mare,
The children's pet, the master's pride and care,
Until a man in khaki came one day,
Looked at her teeth, and hurried her away.
Ralph to Mary
© Amy Levy
Love, you have led me to the strand,
Here, where the stilly, sunset sea,
Ever receding silently,
Lays bare a shining stretch of sand;
The Borough. Letter XXIII: Prisons
© George Crabbe
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying states
Of good and ill his mind accommodates;
