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Saint Romualdo
© Emma Lazarus
I give God thanks that I, a lean old man,
Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled with keen pains
Bound For California
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
With buoyant heart he left his home for that bright wondrous land
Where gold ore gleams in countless mines, and gold dust strews the sand;
And youths dear ties were riven all, for as wild, as vain, a dream
As the meteor false that leads astray the traveller with its gleam.
The Slave Ships
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"ALL ready?" cried the captain;
"Ay, ay!" the seamen said;
"Heave up the worthless lubbers,
The dying and the dead."
Mogg Megone - Part II.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"O, tell me, father, can the dead
Walk on the earth, and look on us,
And lay upon the living's head
Their blessing or their curse?
For, O, last night she stood by me,
As I lay beneath the woodland tree!"
Done For
© Rose Terry Cooke
A WEEK ago to-day, when red-haired Sally
DOWN to the sugar-camp came to see me,
The Key (A Moorish Romance)
© Thomas Hood
"On the east coast, towards Tunis, the Moors still preserve the key of their ancestors' houses in Spain; to which country they still express the hopes of one day returning and again planting the crescent on the ancient walls of the Alhambra."Scott's Travels in Morocco and Algiers.
"Is Spain cloven in such a manner as to want closing?" Sancho Panza in Don Quixote
The Moor leans on his cushion,
The Shadowy Waters: Introduction
© William Butler Yeats
I walked among the seven woods of Coole:
Shan-walla, where a willow-bordered pond
The DreamHouse
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Often we talk of the house that we will build
For airier and less jostled days than these
We chafe in, and send Fancy roaming wide
Down western valleys with a choosing eye
The Truce of God
© Katharine Tynan
Now to the stricken doe
And the wounded hind
There comes the Mercy of God
That is cool and kind.
Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 02 - Rainy Season
© Kalidasa
"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, and with skyey flashes of lighting as its pennants and buntings, and with the thunders of thunderbolts as its percussive drumbeats, thus this rainy season has come to pass, radiately shining forth like a king, for the delight of voluptuous people…
"By far, the vault of heaven is overly impregnated with massive clouds, that are similar to the gleam of blackish petals of black-costuses… somewhere they are similar to the glitter of the heaps of well-kneaded blackish mascara… and elsewhere they glisten like the blackened nipples of bosoms of pregnant women, ready to rain the elixir of life on the lips of her offspring, when that offspring is actualised…
A Fear
© George MacDonald
O Mother Earth, I have a fear
Which I would tell to thee-
Softly and gently in thine ear
When the moon and we are three.
The Task: Book IV. -- The Winter Evening
© William Cowper
Hark! tis the twanging horn oer yonder bridge,
That with its wearisome but needful length
A Summer Noon
© James Thomson
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun
Darts on the head direct his forceful rays.
Sappho
© Charles Kingsley
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;
Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.
The Tewkesbury Road
© John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
Life Is A Dream - Act III
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
FIRST SOLDIER [within]. He is here within this tower.
Dash the door from off its hinges;
Enter all
