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Wormwood And Nightshade

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue -

Burns

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

WILD ROSE of Alloway! my thanks:
Thou 'mindst me of that autumn noon
When first we met upon "the banks
And braes o'bonny Doon."

Nineteen-Fourteen: The Soldier

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris

© Duncan Campbell Scott

How shall we transmit in tendril-like images,
The tenuous tremor in the tissues of ether,
Before the round of colour buds like the dome of a shrine,
The preconscious moment when love has fluttered in the bosom,
Before it begins to ache?

The Recluse - Book First

© William Wordsworth

HOME AT GRASMERE
ONCE to the verge of yon steep barrier came
A roving school-boy; what the adventurer's age
Hath now escaped his memory--but the hour,

Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,

The Bard

© Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

My friends, can you descry that mound of earth

Above clear waters in the shade of trees?

Cold

© Madison Julius Cawein

A mist that froze beneath the moon and shook

Minutest frosty fire in the air.

The Bridal of the Year

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Yes! the Summer is returning,

Warmer, brighter beams are burning

Epilogue To Shapes & Shadows

© Madison Julius Cawein

Beyond the moon, within a land of mist,
Lies the dim Garden of all Dead Desires,
Walled round with morning's clouded amethyst,
And haunted of the sunset's shadowy fires;
There all lost things we loved hold ghostly tryst--
Dead dreams, dead hopes, dead loves, and dead desires.

My Mother’s Pillow

© Cecilia Woloch

My mother sleeps with the Bible open on her pillow;

she reads herself to sleep and wakens startled.

Sydney Harbour

© Henry Kendall

Where Hornby, like a mighty fallen star,

Burns through the darkness with a splendid ring

Frederick and Alice

Frederick leaves the land of France,
Homeward hastes his steps to measure,
Careless casts the parting glance
On the scene of former pleasure.

Maud; A Monodrama (from Part II)

O that 'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

© Pablo Neruda

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

The Cure For Weariness

Seemed like I couldn't stand it any more,

The factory whistles blowin' day by day,

Lime

The victorious army marches into the city,
& not far behind tarries a throng of women
Who slept with the enemy on the edge
Of battlements. The stunned morning