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Paracelsus: Part I: Paracelsus Aspires
© Robert Browning
Scene.- Würzburg; a garden in the environs. 1512.
Festus, Paracelsus, Michal.
The Nomades
© James Russell Lowell
What Nature makes in any mood
To me is warranted for good,
Though long before I learned to see
She did not set us moral theses,
And scorned to have her sweet caprices
Strait-waistcoated in you or me.
The Cock and The Fox
© Robert Henryson
Thogh brutal beestes be irrational,
That is to say, wantand, discretioun,
Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Septimus
© John Gower
Que favet ad vicium vetus hec modo regula confert,
Nec novus e contra qui docet ordo placet.
Cecus amor dudum nondum sua lumina cepit,
Quo Venus impositum devia fallit iter.
Pigeon Toes
© Henry Lawson
A dust cloud on the lonely road,
And I am here alone;
I lock the door till it be past,
For I have nervous grown.
The Wakened God
© Margaret Widdemer
The War-god wakened drowsily;
There were gold chains about his hands.
He said: "And who shall reap my lands
And bear the tithes to Death for me?
Love Gregor; Or, The Lass Of Lochroyan
© Andrew Lang
"O wha will shoe my fu' fair foot?
And wha will glove my hand?
And wha will lace my middle jimp,
Wi' the new-made London band?
The Mayfair Love-Song
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Winter and summer, night and morn,
I languish at this table dark;
A Dialogue At Fiesole
© Alfred Austin
HE.
Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seat
Is for your queenliness a natural throne;
As I am fitly couched on this low sward,
Here at your feet.
Accolon Of Gaul: Part II
© Madison Julius Cawein
"She comes! her presence, like a moving song
Breathed soft of loveliest lips and lute-like tongue,
Sways all the gurgling forests from their rest:
I fancy where her rustling foot is pressed,
So faltering, love seems timid, but how strong
That darling love that flutters in her breast!
Vignettes Overseas
© Sara Teasdale
I. Off Gilbatrar
BEYOND the sleepy hills of Spain,
The sun goes down in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars
Daylight Saving in Cactus Center
© Arthur Chapman
Down here in Cactus Center we believe in savin' time;
Unlike the waste of powder, wastin' daylight is a crime;
Sonnet XVII: Beauty's Pageant
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last
Incarnate flower of culminating day,
Spring Has Come
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sunbeams, lost for half a year,
Slant through my pane their morning rays;
For dry northwesters cold and clear,
The east blows in its thin blue haze.
The Collar-Bone Of A Hare
© William Butler Yeats
WOULD I could cast a sad on the water
Where many a king has gone
Up North
© David Campbell
Oh, Bill and Joe to the north have gone,
A green shirt on their back;
There are not many ewes and lambs
Along Kokoda track.
The Vigil Of Venus
© Allen Tate
I
Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love :
O spring, singing spring, spring of the world renew!
In spring lovers consent and the birds marry
When the grove receives in her hair the nuptial dew.
Sonnet LVI: As to the Roman
© Samuel Daniel
As to the Roman that would free his land,
His error was his honor and renown
