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The Lords of Maussane

© René Char

One after the other, they wished to predict a happy future for us,

With an eclipse in their image and all the anguish befitting us!

The Song Of The Forest Ranger

© Herbert Bashford

Oh, to feel the fresh breeze blowing
From lone ridges yet untrod!
Oh, to see the far peak growing
Whiter as it climbs to God!

The Four Seasons : Spring

© James Thomson

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.

The Second Booke Of Qvodlibets

Epigrams are much like to Oxymell,
Hony and Vineger compounded well:
Hony, and sweet in their inuention,
Vineger in their reprehension.
As sowre, sweet Oxymell, doth purge though fleagme:
These are to purge Vice, take them as they meane.

Clair de Lune

© Anthony Evan Hecht

Powder and scent and silence. The young dwarf
Shoulders his lute. The moon is Levantine.
It settles its pearl in every glass of wine.
Harlequin is already at the wharf.

Where's Mamma?

© Edgar Albert Guest

Comes in flying from the street;

"Where's Mamma?"

Prescience

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

The new moon hung in the sky, the sun was low in the west,
And my betrothed and I in the churchyard paused to rest--
Happy maiden and lover, dreaming the old dream over:
The light winds wandered by, and robins chirped from the nest.

Queen Mab: Part VI.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

All touch, all eye, all ear,

The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech.

The Logical Vegetarian

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

You will find me drinking rum,
Like a sailor in a slum,
You will find me drinking beer like a Bavarian
You will find me drinking gin
In the lowest kind of inn
Because I am a rigid Vegetarian.

Author's Apology For His Book

© John Bunyan

WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand

Thus for to write, I did not understand

The Complaint

© Washington Allston

"Oh, had I Colin's winning ease,"
Said Lindor with a sigh,
"So carelessly ordained to please,
I'd every care defy.

The Happy Traveller

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

WHO is the monarch of the Road?
I, the happy rover!
Lord of the way which lies before
Up to the hill and over--
Owner of all beneath the blue,
On till the end, and after, too!

A Rainy Day in Camp

© Anonymous

Tis a cheerless, lonesome evening
When the soaking, sodden ground
Will not echo to the footfall
of the sentinel's dull round.

Tamar

Grass grows where the flame flowered;
A hollowed lawn strewn with a few black stones
And the brick of broken chimneys; all about there
The old trees, some of them scarred with fire, endure the sea
wind.