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Idyll IX. Pastorals
© Theocritus
DAPHNIS. MENALCAS. A SHEPHERD.
SHEPHERD.
A song from Daphnis! Open he the lay,
He open: and Menalcas follow next:
"I bought a red hat"
© Lesbia Harford
I bought a red hat
To please my lover.
He will hardly see it
When he looks me over,
I Must Go Down To The Sea Again
© Spike Milligan
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
In Praise Of Some Lady
© Confucius
There by his side in chariot rideth she,
As lovely flower of the hibiscus tree,
So fair her face; and when about they wheel,
Her girdle gems of _Ken_ themselves reveal.
For beauty all the House of Keang have fame;
Its eldest daughter--she beseems her name.
I Can Still See You
© Paul Celan
I can still see you: an Echo,
to be touched with Feeler-
Words, on the Parting-
Ridge.
I Will Not Give Thee All My Heart
© Grace Hazard Conkling
I will not give thee all my heart
For that I need a place apart
In Camp (Camp-ey)
© Jibanananda Das
Here on the edge of the forest I pitched camp.
All night long in pleasant southern breezes
By the moon's light
I listen to the call of a doe in heat.
To whom is she calling?
In Summer
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue,
And a belt where the rivers run.
I Bless You, Forests
© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
I bless my staff and my humble rags.
And the steppe from beginning to end,
And the sun's light, and night's darkness,
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5.
© Alfred Tennyson
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
Impromptu In The Assize Court At Lincoln
© Horace Smith
The moon in the valley of Ajalon
Stood still at the word of the prophet;
If, on a Quiet Sea
© Augustus Montague Toplady
If, on a quiet sea, toward heaven we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee,
Well own the favoring gale,
With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee,
Well own the favoring gale.
In after Time
© Walter Savage Landor
NO, my own love of other years!
No, it must never be.
Much rests with you that yet endears,
Alas! but what with me?
Inheritance
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THERE lived a man who raised his hand and said,
"I will be great!"
And through a long, long life he bravely knocked
At Fame's closed gate.
Ismael
© Madison Julius Cawein
So from the mosque, whose arabesques above--
The marvellous work of Oriental love--
Seen with new splendors of Heaven's blue and gold,
Applauding all, he, as the gates are rolled
Ogival back to let the many forth,
Cries war to all the unbelieving North.
It Rains in My Heart (Il pleure dans mon coeur)
© Paul Verlaine
It rains in my heart
As it rains on the town,
What languor so dark
That it soaks to my heart?
Italy : 13. Coll'Alto
© Samuel Rogers
"In this neglected mirror (the broad frame
Of massy silver serves to testify
That many a noble matron of the house
Has sat before it) once, alas, was seen
I Serve a Mistress
© Anthony Munday
I serve a mistress whiter than snow,
Straighter than cedar, brighter than the glass,
Finer in trip and swifter than the roe,
More pleasant than the field of flowering grass;
More gladsome to my withering joys that fade,
Than winter's sun or summer's cooling shade.
