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Reason says love says
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Reason says, I will beguile him with the tongue.; Love says,
Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.
The soul says to the heart, Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.
What is there that is not his, that I may beguile him
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto XII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes
I The Married Lover
O Navio Negreiro part 5 (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Senhor Deus dos desgraçados!
Dizei-me vós, Senhor Deus!
Epigram: The World Is A Bundle Of Hay
© George Gordon Byron
The world is a bundle of hay,
Mankind are the asses who pull;
Each tugs it a different way,
And the greatest of all is John Bull.
Ma Boheme
© Arthur Rimbaud
And I listened to them, sitting on the road-sides on those pleasant
September evenings while I felt drops of dew on my forehead like
vigorous wine;
Boys Bathing
© Muriel Stuart
And colder than these waters are
The stream that takes your limbs at last:
Earth's vales and hills drift slowly past. . .
One shore far off, and one more far
With Dog And Gun
© Edgar Albert Guest
Out in the woods with a dog an' gun
Is my idea of a real day's fun.
The Sakiyeh
© Mathilde Blind
Poor Brutes! Who in unconsciousness sublime,
Replenishing the ever-empty jars,
Endow the waste with palms and harvest gold:
And men, who move in rhythm with moving stars,
Should shrink to give the borrowed lives they hold:
Bound blindfold to the groaning wheel of Time.
"Love, Dearest Lady, Such As I Would Speak"
© Thomas Hood
Love, dearest Lady, such as I would speak,
Lives not within the humor of the eye;
Not being but an outward phantasy,
That skims the surface of a tinted cheek,
A Winter Walk
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WE never had believed, I wis,
At primrose time when west winds stole
Like thoughts of youth across the soul,
In such an altered time as this,
The Author's Farewell to the Bushmen
© Henry Lawson
Some carry their swags in the Great North-West,
Where the bravest battle and die,
The Slumber Angel
© Virna Sheard
When day is ended, and grey twilight flies
On silent wings across the tired land,
The slumber angel cometh from the skies-
The slumber angel of the peaceful eyes,
And with the scarlet poppies in his hand.
The Wisdom Of Merlyn
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
These are the time--words of Merlyn, the voice of his age recorded,
All his wisdom of life, the fruit of tears in his youth, of joy in his manhood hoarded,
All the wit of his years unsealed, to the witless alms awarded.
The Valediction
© William Cowper
Farewell, false hearts! whose best affections fail,
Like shallow brooks which summer suns exhale;
Geraldine
© Madison Julius Cawein
Ah, Geraldine, lost Geraldine,
That night of love, when first we met,
You have forgotten, Geraldine--
I never dreamed you would forget.
The Dead
© Charles Heavysege
How great unto the living seem the dead!
How sacred, solemn; how heroic grown;
X: And Must I Sing?
© Benjamin Jonson
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?
Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?
For the more countenance to my active Muse?
Rewi to Grey: The Old Maori Chiefs Last Message
© Henry Lawson
We have lived till these times, brother,
We who lived in this;
