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When love delays, when love delays and Joy
Steals a strange shadow o'er the happy hills,
And Hope smiles from To-morrow, nor fulfills
One promise of To-day, thy sight would cloy
This soul with loved despair
By seeing thee so fair.

The Dagger

© Mikhail Lermontov

I like you well, O trusty dagger mine,
My comrade wrought of cool Damascus steel!
Forged were you by the Georgian with revenge in the mind,
By the Circassian free - for war were you made keen.

Black Kate

© Henry Kendall

KATE, they say, is seventeen

Do not count her sweet, you know.

Willow

© Anna Akhmatova

And I grew up in patterned tranquillity,

In the cool nursery of the young century.

Winds Of The Morning

© Edgar Albert Guest

WINDS of the morning, whisper low,
Lingered you in the valley where
Sleeps my love of the Long Ago,
Under the pale green grasses there?

The Season of the Northers

© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano

The weary summer's all-consuming heat
Is tempered now; for from the frozen pole,
The freed north winds come fiercely rushing forth,
Wrapt in their mantles, misty, dim, and frore,
While the foul fever flies from Cuba's shore.

Of St. Francis and the Ass

© Katharine Tynan

Our father, ere he went

Out with his brother, Death,

On A Country Life

© James Thomson

I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,
But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;
Where some remains of innocence appear,
Where no rude noise insults the listening ear;

The Life of Love XVI

© Khalil Gibran

Dawn of Spring has unfolded her winter-kept garment
And placed it on the peach and citrus trees; and
They appear as brides in the ceremonial custom of
the Night of Kedre.

Reason and Passion XV

© Khalil Gibran

And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion."

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.

Words For Departure

© Louise Bogan

Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
The window-sills were wet from rain in the night,
Birds scattered and settled over chimneypots
As among grotesque trees.

A Letter To Dr. Helsham

© Jonathan Swift

The dullest beast, and gentleman's liquor,
When young is often due to the vicar,[1]

The Masque Of Pandora

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

THE VOICE.
Not finished till I breathe the breath of life
Into her nostrils, and she moves and speaks.

The Condition Of King Seuen's Flocks

© Confucius

Who dares to say your sheep are few?
The flocks are all three hundred strong.
Who dares despise your cattle too?
There ninety, black-lipped, press along.
Though horned the sheep, yet peaceful each appears;
The cattle come with moist and flapping ears.

There Was A Cherry-Tree

There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy -
As when you were a boy.

Poem for My Wife

Notes:
* Meat Cages (Sangkar Daging) is also title of a poem by a West Sumatran poet Gus Tf.
** Joko Pinurbo is an Indonesian poet known for his witty poems gravitating on pants.

An Ode To The Hills

AEons ago ye were,

Before the struggling changeful race of man

A dull sound, varying now and again

And then we began eating corn starch,
chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered
Argo boxes stored away to stiffen
my white dress shirt, and my cousin
and I played or watched TV, no longer annoyed
by the din of never cooling afternoons.