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Aspasia

© Giacomo Leopardi

At times thy image to my mind returns,

Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams

The Invisible People

© Lesbia Harford

When I go into town at half past seven
Great crowds of people stream across the ways,
Hurrying, although it's only half past seven.
They are the invisible people of the days.

A Song Of Winds

© Roderic Quinn

WOE to the weak when the sky is shrouded,
And the wind of the salt-way sobs as it dies!
Woe to the weak! for a great dejection
Droops their spirits and drowns their eyes.

Poets At Seven Years

© Arthur Rimbaud

And the mother, closing the work-book
Went off, proud, satisfied, not seeing,
In the blue eyes, under the lumpy brow,
The soul of her child given over to loathing.

I am to tell you, you say, what I think of our last new acquaintance.
Well, then, I think that George has a very fair right to be jealous.
I do not like him much, though I do not dislike being with him.
He is what people call, I suppose, a superior man, and
Certainly seems so to me; but I think he is terribly selfish.

The Dong with a Luminous Nose

© Edward Lear

When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights; -
When the angry breakers roar

'Monstre' Balloon

© Richard Harris Barham

Oh! fie! Mister Nokes,- for shame, Mister Nokes!
To be poking your fun at us plain-dealing folks -
Sir, this isn't a time to be cracking your jokes,
And such jesting, your malice but scurvily cloaks;
Such a trumpery tale every one of us smokes,
And we know very well your whole story's a hoax!-

Improvisations: Light And Snow: 05

© Conrad Aiken

When I was a boy, and saw bright rows of icicles

In many lengths along a wall

Walking Around (Original Spanish)

© Pablo Neruda

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.

The Power Of Words Oinos.

© Edgar Allan Poe

You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon is to be
demanded. Not even here is knowledge a thing of intuition.
For wisdom, ask of the angels freely, that it may be given!

Psalm 10

© Isaac Watts

Why doth the Lord stand off so far?
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

Voyage of the Jettie

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A shallow stream, from fountains
Deep in the Sandwich mountains,
Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;
And, between its flood-torn shores,
Sped by sail or urged by oars
No keel had vexed it ever.

Custer: Book Third

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Were every red man slaughtered in a day,
Still would that sacrifice but poorly pay
For one insulted woman captive's woes.

The Gatekeeper

THE sunlight falls on old Quebec,

A city framed of rose and gold,

Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots

SMILE of the Moon!--for I so name

That silent greeting from above;

Koya San

High on the mountain, shrouded in vast trees,
The stillness had the chastity of frost.
I trod the fallen pallors of the moon.
The path was paven stone: I was not lost,
But followed whither it should lead me soon
Into the mountains midmost secrecies.

Sweet are His ways who rules above

© Jean Ingelow

Sweet are His ways who rules above,
He gives from wrath a sheltering place;
But covert none is found from grace,
Man shall not hide himself from love.

On Death

© John Keats

1.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.