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Drops of his Heart's Blood
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I had not castled, and the time is gone.
What shall I play? Upon the chequered floor
Of Night and Day, Death won the game-forlorn
And careless now, Hafiz can lose no more.
The Metaphysical Sectarian
© Samuel Butler
HE was in Logick a great Critick,
Profoundly skill'd in Analytick.
The Woman
© Harriet Monroe
Go sleep, my sweetierestrest!
Oh soft little hand on mother's breast!
Oh soft little lipsthe din's mos' gone-
Over and done, my dearie one!
Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Knowledge. Book I.
© Matthew Prior
But, O! ere yet original man was made,
Ere the foundations of this earth were laid,
It was opponent to our search ordain'd,
That joy still sought should never be attain'd:
This sad experience cites me to reveal,
And what I dictate is from what I feel.
How much do you know, o humankind (with original German)
© Franz Grillparzer
How much do you know, o humankind, the king of all of god's creation,
You, who can see what is visible and measure what is measurable.
How much it is that you know! and yet, oh, how little,
Because what appears, is only the outer aspects,
Conclusion Of A Letter To The Rev. Mr. C---.
© Mary Barber
'Tis Time to conclude; for I make it a Rule,
To leave off all Writing, when Con. comes from School.
He dislikes what I've written, and says, I had better
To send what he calls a poetical Letter.
Amor Vincit Omnia
© Edgar Bowers
Love is no more.
It died as the mind dies: the pure desire
Relinquishing the blissful form it wore,
The ample joy and clarity expire.
On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature
© Philip Morin Freneau
ALL that we see, about, abroad,
What is it all, but nature's God?
In meaner works discovered here
No less than in the starry sphere.
Kindliness
© Rupert Brooke
When love has changed to kindliness -
Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press
Robin Hood, A Child.
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
It was the pleasant season yet,
When the stones at cottage doors
Dry quickly, while the roads are wet,
After the silver showers.
Pastoral
© William Ernest Henley
It's the Spring.
Earth has conceived, and her bosom,
Teeming with summer, is glad.
Death Of Labour
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Methought a great wind swept across the earth,
And all the toilers perished. Then I saw
To J. M.
© George Meredith
Let Fate or Insufficiency provide
Mean ends for men who what they are would be:
The Passing Strange
© John Masefield
Out of the earth to rest or range
Perpetual in perpetual change,
The unknown passing through the strange.
The Happiest Girl in the World
© Augusta Davies Webster
A week ago; only a little week:
it seems so much much longer, though that day
is every morning still my yesterday;
as all my life 'twill be my yesterday,
for all my life is morrow to my love.
Oh fortunate morrow! Oh sweet happy love!
The Wanderer
© John Masefield
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships,
Telling their beauties over, taking stock;
At night the verdict left my messmate's lips,
"The Wanderer is the finest ship in dock."
Ah! Je Les Reconnais
© André Marie de Chénier
Mais périsse l'amant que satisfait la crainte!
Périsse la beauté qui m'aime par contrainte,
Qui voit dans ses serments une pénible loi,
Et n'a point de plaisir à me garder sa foi!
The Everlasting Mercy
© John Masefield
Thy place is biggyd above the sterrys cleer,
Noon erthely paleys wrouhte in so statly wyse,
Com on my freend, my brothir moost enteer,
For the I offryd my blood in sacrifise.
John Lydgate.
