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Xantippe(A Fragment)

© Amy Levy

What, have I waked again? I never thought

To see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey,

Ballade Of The Summer Term

© Andrew Lang

Reformers of Schools and of States,
Is mirth so tremendous a crime?
Ah! spare what grim pedantry hates -
Sweet hours and the fleetest of time!

Life is a hospital where every patient is obsessed by the desire of changing beds. One would like to suffer opposite the stove, another is sure he would get well beside the window.

It always seems to me that I should be happy anywhere but where I am, and this question of moving is one that I am eternally discussing with my soul.

On The Death of The Rev'd Dr. Sewall

© Phillis Wheatley

Now this faint Semblance of his life complete
He is, thro' Jesus, made divinely great
And left a glorious pattern to repeat

La Chevelure (Her Hair)

© Charles Baudelaire

Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!

Last Night the Wind and Rain Together Blew

© Li Yu

Last night the wind and rain together blew,

The wall-curtains rustled in their autumn song.

A Panegyric

© Edmund Waller

While with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command,
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too;

Doctor Rabelais

© Eugene Field

Once -- it was many years ago.
In early wedded life,
Ere yet my loved one had become
A very knowing wife,

George Eliot

© Alfred Austin

Dead! Is she dead?

And all that light extinguished!

Shakuntala Act II

© Kalidasa

ACT II

SCENE A PLAIN, with royal pavilions on the skirt of the forest.

O For A Soul

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

O for a soul surrendered of all guile!
A plain white soul with nothing on it writ,
No creed of mockery to make men smile,
No boast of wisdom travestied as wit;

The Birds Of Passage

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing!
Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring?
–"We come from the shores of the green old Nile,
From the land where the roses of Sharon smile,
From the palms that wave thro' the Indian sky,
From the myrrh-trees of glowing Araby.

Departure

Everything had
The far sound of cities, in the evening,
In sunlight, and always.

Marriage Chapter III

Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

The Two Friends

A Spider and a Centipede went out to take a walk;
The Centipede said frankly, "I will listen while you talk,
But I may appear distracted, or assume a vacant stare,
Because to keep my feet in step requires my constant care."

© Henry Lawson

The second time I lived on earth

Was several hundred years ago;

Sunset

I had studied the lore in her maiden-like ways,
And the large-hearted love of my Annie was won,
Ere Summer had passed into passionate days,
Or Autumn made ready her fruits for the Sun.