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"To fall ill as one should, deliriously"

© Anna Akhmatova

To fall ill as one should, deliriously
Hot, meet everyone again,
To stroll broad avenues in the seashore garden
Full of the wind and the sun.

Idyll II. The Sorceress

© Theocritus

Lady, farewell: turn ocean-ward thy steeds:
As I have purposed, so shall I fulfil.
Farewell, thou bright-faced Moon! Ye stars, farewell,
That wait upon the car of noiseless Night.

Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 02 - Rainy Season

"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, and with skyey flashes of lighting as its pennants and buntings, and with the thunders of thunderbolts as its percussive drumbeats, thus this rainy season has come to pass, radiately shining forth like a king, for the delight of voluptuous people…

"By far, the vault of heaven is overly impregnated with massive clouds, that are similar to the gleam of blackish petals of black-costuses… somewhere they are similar to the glitter of the heaps of well-kneaded blackish mascara… and elsewhere they glisten like the blackened nipples of bosoms of pregnant women, ready to rain the elixir of life on the lips of her offspring, when that offspring is actualised…

Our River

© John Greenleaf Whittier

FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL AT "THE LAURELS" ON THE MERRIMAC.

Once more on yonder laurelled height

The Voyage To Vinland: Bioern's Beckoners

© James Russell Lowell

Looms there the New Land;
Locked in the shadow
Long the gods shut it,
Niggards of newness
They, the o'er-old.

Heart be still, the sun goes down

© Jeppe Aakjaer

Heart; be still, the sun goes down,
Smiling over the meadows,
Sheep and cows are homeward bound
Through the deepening shadows,
Heart, be still, be still, the sun goes down.

The Young Greek Odalisque

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Mid silken cushions, richly wrought, a young Greek girl reclined,
And fairer form the harems walls had neer before enshrined;
Mid all the young and lovely ones who round her clustered there,
With glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes, she shone supremely fair.

June At Woodruff

© James Whitcomb Riley

Out at Woodruff Place--afar

From the city's glare and jar,

Reflections

© Jean Ingelow

What change has made the pastures sweet
And reached the daisies at my feet,
And cloud that wears a golden hem?
This lovely world, the hills, the sward—
They all look fresh, as if our Lord
But yesterday had finished them.

The Hanging Of The Crane

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The lights are out, and gone are all the guests
That thronging came with merriment and jests
To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane
In the new house,--into the night are gone;
But still the fire upon the hearth burns on,
And I alone remain.

The Creek of the Four Graves [Late Version]

© Charles Harpur

A settler in the olden times went forth

With four of his most bold and trusted men

The Task: Book IV. -- The Winter Evening

© William Cowper

Hark! tis the twanging horn oer yonder bridge,

That with its wearisome but needful length

The Old Chimaeras. Old Receipts

THE old Chimaeras, old receipts
For making "happy land,"
The old political beliefs
Swam close before my hand.

Floobie Doobie Doo

As I walk down to Bishop Street I met a girl who smiled so sweet
Now she was young and pretty too
And on a string she walked with a thing called the Floobie Doobie Doo
Oh the Floobie Doobie Doo now what is that it ain't no dog and it ain't no cat
It's not the doll with eyes of blue
I never seen such a thing as thing called the Floobie Doobie Doo

Swallows

O LITTLE hearts, beat home, beat home,
Here is no place to rest.
Night darkens on the falling foam
And on the fading west.
O little wings, beat home, beat home.
Love may no longer roam.