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The Dark Angel

© Lionel Pigot Johnson

DARK Angel, with thine aching lust
To rid the world of penitence:
Malicious Angel, who still dost
My soul such subtile violence!

A Legend Of The Lily

© Madison Julius Cawein

Pale as a star that shines through rain
Her face was seen at the window-pane,
Her sad, frail face that watched in vain.

Elegy IV

© Rainer Maria Rilke

O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes?

We are not of one mind. Are not like birds

Flesh And Spirit

© William Baylebridge

No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her-

More sensed for knowing no material part,

The Exiles' Line

© Rudyard Kipling

Twelve knots an hour, be they more or less -
Oh slothful mother of much idleness,
Whom neither rivals spur nor contracts speed!
Nay, bear us gently! Wherefore need we press?

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 01

© Torquato Tasso

THE ARGUMENT.

Gernando scorns Rinaldo should aspire

Queen Mab: Part IV.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,

Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear,

'Ah, Koelue . . .'

© Isaac Rosenberg

Ah, Koelue!
Had you embalmed your beauty, so
It could not backward go,
Or change in any way,

Ultima Thule: Maiden And The Weathercock

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

MAIDEN.
O weathercock on the village spire,
With your golden feathers all on fire,
Tell me, what can you see from your perch
Above there over the tower of the church?

Your face broods from my table, Suicide.
Your force came on like a torrent toward the end
of agony and wrath.
You were christened in the beginning Sylvia Plath
and changed that name for Mrs Hughes and bred
and went on round the bend

Ode to Duty

© William Wordsworth

. Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!

O Duty! if that name thou love

The Disciple

© Oscar Wilde

When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of
sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping
through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it
comfort.

Angelo

© William Watson

Then Angelo bethought him of his vow;
And stepping forward stood before the twain;
And from his girdle plucked a dagger forth;
And spake no word, but pierced his own heart through.

The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto IV

To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
guides the faithfull knight,
Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy
doth chalenge him to fight.

A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

Simon Danz has come home again,
From cruising about with his buccaneers;
He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,
And carried away the Dean of Jaen
And sold him in Algiers.

Tear

Far away from birds and herds and village girls,
I was drinking, kneeling down in some heather
Surrounded by soft hazel copses,
In an afternoon mist, warm and green.