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Ajanta

© Muriel Rukeyser

CAME in my full youth to the midnight cave

nerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.

"O you, far colder, whiter"

© Torquato Tasso

O you, far colder, whiter

Than she who makes less fair

Dog

© Harold Monro

You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
Asking for that expected walk,
(Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
And almost talk.

Greek Funeral Chant Or Myriologue

A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,
Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother sung.
-"Ianthis! dost thou sleep?-Thou sleep'st!-but this is not the rest,
The breathing and the rosy calm, I have pillow'd on my breast!

The Death of Morgan

© Anonymous

Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell
Of such preconcerted treachery - there is no parallel -
As the tragic deed of Morgan's death; without warning he was shot,
On Peechelba Station it will never be forgot.

Buddha And Brahma

© Henry Brooks Adams

Then gently, still in silence, lost in thought,
The Buddha raised the Lotus in his hand,
His eyes bent downward, fixed upon the flower.
No more! A moment so he held it only,
Then his hand sank into its former rest.

Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

I.
I NEVER lay me down to sleep at night
But in my heart I sing that little song:
The angels hear it as, a pitying throng,

His Dream Of Skyland

© Li Po

The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss,

It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves.

The Wonder-Working Magician - Act III

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

DEMON. Why, how is this, that using your free-will
More than my precept meant,
Say for what end, what object, what intent,
Through ignorance or boldness can it be,
You thus come forth the sun's bright face to see?

Life For Song

© Giordano Bruno

Come Muse, O Muse, so often scorned by me,

The hope of sorrow and the balm of care,--

Toussaint LOuverture

© John Greenleaf Whittier

'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smile
With which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed down
Its beauty on the Indian isle,
On broad green field and white-walled town;

My Life

© Rainer Maria Rilke

My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
are mine; it is still the same, my life.

Christmas Eve

But I-a waif on earth where'er I roam-
Uprooted with life's bleeding hopes and fears
From that one heart that was my heart's sole home,
Feel the old pang pierce through the severing years,
And as I think upon the years to come
That fair star trembles through my falling tears.

The Bard

Where dwells the spirit of the Bard-what sky

Persuades his daring wing,-

The Computation

© John Donne

For the first twenty years since yesterday

I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;

Epilogue

Yea, ape and angel, strife and old debate--
The harps of heaven and dreary gongs of hell;
Science the feud can only aggravate--
No umpire she betwixt the chimes and knell:
The running battle of the star and clod
Shall run forever--if there be no God.