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Hellas: A Lyrical Drama
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The curtain of the Universe
Is rent and shattered,
The splendour-wingèd worlds disperse
Like wild doves scattered.
Rose The Red And White Lily
© Andrew Lang
O Rose the Red and White Lilly,
Their mother dear was dead,
And their father married an ill woman,
Wishd them twa little guede.
Only Serpents
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Only serpents let their skin be fallen
And a soul - all grown up and old.
We, alas, change an eternal soul,
Leaving body in eternal hold.
The Little Dog
© Jean de La Fontaine
'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their precious hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.
Italy : 18. The Brides Of Venice
© Samuel Rogers
It was St. Mary's Eve, and all poured forth
As to some grand solemnity. The fisher
Came from his islet, bringing o'er the waves
His wife and little one; the husbandman
Two Pictures
© Roderic Quinn
WE sat by an open window
And hearkened the sounds outside
The call of a lonely night-bird,
And the croon of a making tide.
Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - September
© George MacDonald
1.
WE are a shadow and a shining, we!
Face Lift
© Sylvia Plath
You bring me good news from the clinic,
Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white
The Teares of the Muses
© Edmund Spenser
Nor since that faire Calliope did lose
Her loued Twinnes, the dearlings of her ioy,
Her Palici, whom her vnkindly foes
The fatall Sisters, did for spight destroy,
Whom all the Muses did bewaile long space;
Was euer heard such wayling in this place.
Careless Mathilda
© Ann Taylor
"AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone!
Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?
Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes all lost;
Your housewife here, and there your workbag toss'd.
During Music
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O COOL unto the sense of pain
That last night's sleep could not destroy;
Toast to Dayton
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love of home, sublimest passion
That the human heart can know!
"Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish"
© Lesbia Harford
Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish
Known to me of old;
And there passed me, not much changed, my earliest lover,
Smiling, suffering, cold.
Autumn Moonrise
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Lamp that risest lone
From thy secret place,
Like a sleeper's face,
Charged with thoughts unknown,
Reynard The Fox - Part 2
© John Masefield
Down in the village men awoke,
The chimneys breathed with a faint blue smoke;
The fox slept on, though tweaks and twitches,
Due to his dreams, ran down his flitches.
