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The Borough. Letter XII: Players
© George Crabbe
DRAWN by the annual call, we now behold
Our Troop Dramatic, heroes known of old,
And those, since last they march'd, enlisted and
At Bordj-an-Nus
© Aleister Crowley
El Arabi! El Arabi! Burn in thy brilliance, mine own!
O Beautiful! O Barbarous! Seductive as a serpent is
That poises head and hood, and makes his body tremble to the drone
Of tom-tom and of cymbal wooed by love's assassin sorceries!
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 07 - Beginnings Of Civilization
© Lucretius
Afterwards,
When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
Withdrew with him into one dwelling place,
A Birthday
© Aleister Crowley
Then Easter, and the days of all delight!
God's sun lit noontide and his moon midnight,
While above all, true centre of our world,
True source of light, our great love passion-pearled
Gave all its life and splendour to the sea
Above whose tides stood our stability.
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
© Walt Whitman
FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face
to face.
Love's Ordeal
© George MacDonald
In a lovely garden walking
Two lovers went hand in hand;
Two wan, worn figures, talking
They sat in the flowery land.
To an Ungentle Critic
© Robert Graves
The great sun sinks behind the town
Through a red mist of Volnay wine....
But whats the use of setting down
That glorious blaze behind the town?
The Poet in the Nursery
© Robert Graves
The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling
In a dim library, just behind the chair
From which the ancient poet was mum-mumbling
A song about some Lovers at a Fair,
Pulling his long white beard and gently grumbling
That rhymes were beastly things and never there.
Sixteen Dead Men
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Hark! in the still night. Who goes there ?
Fifteen dead men" Why do they wait ?
Hasten, comrade, death is so fair"
Now comes their Captain through the dim gate.
The Shivering Beggar
© Robert Graves
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.
Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And Fro
© Phillis Wheatley
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring
Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!
A Song Before Sailing
© Bliss William Carman
I call from room to room
Through the deserted gloom;
The echoes are all words I know,
Lost in some long ago.
Impromptu
© William Charles Wentworth
BY THE PIPE MAKER ON SEEING THE ADVERTISEMENT IN THE GAZETTE
OFFERING ON THE PART OF THE OFFICERS OF THE 46 TH A REWARD OF
TWO HUNDRED POUNDS FOR THE DETECTION OF HIM
In the Wilderness
© Robert Graves
Christ of His gentleness
Thirsting and hungering,
Walked in the wilderness;
Soft words of grace He spoke
The Bough of Nonsense
© Robert Graves
Where once a nonsense built her nest
With skulls and flowers and all things queer,
In an old boot, with patient breast
Hatching three eggs; and the next year
S. Foaled thirteen squamous young beneath, and rid
Wales of drink, melancholy, and psalms, she did.
The Cottage
© Robert Graves
Here in turn succeed and rule
Carter, smith, and village fool,
Then again the place is known
As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school;
Careers
© Robert Graves
Father is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say youre going to write great music
I chose that first: its unfair.
Antara
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Though thou thy fair face concealest still in thy veil from me,
yet am I he that hath captured horse--riders how many!
Give me the praise of my fair deeds. Lady, thou knowest it,
kindly am I and forbearing, save when wrong presseth me.
Only when evil assaileth, deal I with bitterness;
then am I cruel in vengeance, bitter as colocynth.
Escape
© Robert Graves
August 6, 1916.Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.)
but I was dead, an hour or more.
I woke when Id already passed the door
That Cerberus guards, and half-way down the road
