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Song of the Wave XVII
© Khalil Gibran
I steal swiftly from behind the
Blue horizon to cast the silver of
My foam upon the gold of his sand, and
We blend in melted brilliance.
Song of the Flower XXIII
© Khalil Gibran
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
An Ode to the Queen on Her Jubilee Year
© William Topaz McGonagall
Sound drums and trumpets, far and near!
And Let all Queen Victoria's subjects loudly cheer!
And show by their actions that they revere,
Because she's served them faithfully fifty long year!
Peace XVIII
© Khalil Gibran
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field
Leave Me, My Blamer XIII
© Khalil Gibran
Advise me not, my blamer, for
Calamities have opened my heart and
Tears have cleanses my eyes, and
Errors have taught me the language
Of the hearts.
The Mower
© Philip Larkin
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
At Oxford
© William Lisle Bowles
Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,
Which won my heart, or when the gay career
The Affliction Of Richard
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Love not too much. But how,
When thou hast made me such,
Joseph Winlock
© James Russell Lowell
Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient will
Through years one hair's-breadth on our Dark to gain,
Good and Evil XXII
© Khalil Gibran
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."
La Pipe (The Pipe)
© Charles Baudelaire
Je suis la pipe d'un auteur;
On voit, à contempler ma mine
D'Abyssinienne ou de Cafrine,
Que mon maître est un grand fumeur.
By The River II
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHEN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Letter In Prose And Verse To Mrs. Bunbury
© Oliver Goldsmith
I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour could
require, but after all find so much to object to, and so much to raise
my indignation, that I cannot help giving it a serious answer.
Belts
© Rudyard Kipling
There was a row in Silver Street - the regiments was out,
They called us "Delhi Rebels", an' we answered "Threes about!"
That drew them like a hornet's nest - we met them good an' large,
The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge.
Then it was: - "Belts . . .
A Poet's Death is His Life IV
© Khalil Gibran
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens
A Lover's Call XXVII
© Khalil Gibran
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
The Abbey Mason
© Thomas Hardy
(The church which, at an after date,
Acquired cathedral rank and state.)
