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Little Ditties I
© William Brighty Rands
Winifred Waters sat and sighed
Under a weeping willow;
When she went to bed she cried,
Wetting all the pillow;
Late Wisdom
© George Crabbe
We've trod the maze of error round,
Long wandering in the winding glade;
Love in Thy Youth, Fair Maid
© Walter Porter
Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise,
Old Time will make thee colder,
Le Positivisme
© Louise-Victorine Choquet Ackermann
Il s'ouvre par-delà toute science humaine
Un vide dont la Foi fut prompte à s'emparer.
De cet abîme obscur elle a fait son domaine ;
En s'y précipitant elle a cru l'éclairer.
Loveis anterior to Life
© Emily Dickinson
Loveis anterior to Life
Posteriorto Death
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth
Lament
© Sylvia Plath
The sting of bees took away my father
who walked in a swarming shroud of wings
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.
"Lines. . ."
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
In the fair garden of celestial Peace
Walketh a Gardener in meekness clad;
Fair are the flowers that wreathe his dewy locks,
And his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad.
Last Words
© Allan Cunningham
A modern translation of this follows
GONE were but the winter cold,
And gone were but the snow,
I could sleep in the wild woods
Where primroses blow.
LImpur Et Fier Epoux
© André Marie de Chénier
L'impur et fier époux que la chèvre désire
Baisse le front, se dresse et cherche le satyre.
Le satyre, averti de cette inimitié,
Affermit sur le sol la corne de son pié;
Et leurs obliques fronts, lancés tous deux ensemble,
Se choquent; l'air frémit, le bois s'agite et tremble.
Life Is A Dream - Act III
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
FIRST SOLDIER [within]. He is here within this tower.
Dash the door from off its hinges;
Enter all
Le Strige
© Arthur Symons
Le Strige is the only Symbol of our Sexual Vices,
A Demon winged with wind and with wild despair,
A hell-born Demon from the dire Infernal Lair
Of Satan, where the air is perfumed with subtle spices.
Love Increased By Suffering
© William Cowper
"I love the Lord," is still the strain
This heart delights to sing:
But I reply--your thoughts are vain,
Perhaps 'tis no such thing.
Love Inthron'd. Ode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Introth, I do my self perswade,
That the wilde boy is grown a man,
And all his childishnesse off laid,
Leavetaking
© Ibn Jakh
On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.
Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Ryde
© Edward Lear
There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied.
She purchased some clogs,
And some small spotted dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde
Limerick: There was an old person of Nice
© Edward Lear
There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together,
in all sorts of weather.
That affable person of Nice!
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Vienna
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree,
He took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
La Cancion De Flor De Mayo
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Flor de Mayo como un rayo
de la tarde se moría…
Yo te quise, Flor de Mayo,
tú lo sabes; ¡pero Dios no lo quería!
