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Tale XVIII

© George Crabbe

THE WAGER.

Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,

II. Safety

© Rupert Brooke

Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
And heard our word, `Who is so safe as we?'

The Old Homestead

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

'Tis an old deserted homestead

On the outskirts of the town,

Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening

© Rupert Brooke

I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky,
And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover,
And heard the waves, and the seagull's mocking cry.

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.

Out At Plough

© William Barnes

Though cool avore the sheenèn sky

Do vall the sheädes below the copse,

Requiescat

© Madison Julius Cawein

The roses mourn for her who sleeps

Within the tomb;

The Soldier

© Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

Le Balcon (The Balcony)

© Charles Baudelaire

Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses,
Ô toi, tous mes plaisirs! ô toi, tous mes devoirs!
Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses!

The Troubadour. Canto 2

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

THE first, the very first; oh! none
Can feel again as they have done;
In love, in war, in pride, in all
The planets of life's coronal,
However beautiful or bright,--
What can be like their first sweet light?

A Shining Ship

© Harry Kemp

Have you ever seen a shining ship
Riding the broad-backed wave,
While the sailors pull the ropes and sing
The chantey's lusty stave?

Jazz Chick

© Bob Kaufman

Music from her breast, vibrating
Soundseared into burnished velvet.
Silent hips deceiving fools.
Rivulets of trickling ecstacy

To A Gipsy

© Muriel Stuart

ONCE when some sudden thought beseeches,

Swift as a homing bird

Ode to Peace

© Helen Maria Williams

I.

She comes, benign enchantress, heav'n born PEACE!

The Secret

I
I lay upon my bed in the great night:
The sense of my body drowsed;
But a clearness yet lingered in the spirit,
By soft obscurity housed.

Beachy Head

ON thy stupendous summit, rock sublime !

That o'er the channel rear'd, half way at sea

XVII (Thinking, Tangling Shadows...)

© Pablo Neruda

Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude.
You are far away too, oh farther than anyone.
Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving images,
burying lamps.

A Song Of Despair

© Pablo Neruda

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.In you the wars and the flights accumulated.