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Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help

© Michael Drayton

Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.

Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures

An Allusion to the Phoenix'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone,
Which best by you of living things is known;
None like to that, none like to you is found.

A Saxon Song

© Victoria Mary Sackville-West

Tools with the comely names,
Mattock and scythe and spade,
Couth and bitter as flames,
Clean, and bowed in the blade,--
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.

Recollections of Our Native Valley

© Gerald Griffin

Know ye not that lovely river?

Know ye not that smiling river?

Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.
On the day when we cast of the bodys veil from the soul, you will see that we are the envy of despair of man and the Polestars.
Wash your face and become clean for beholding us, else remain afar, for we are beloveds of ourselves.
We are not that beauty who tomorrow will become a crone; till eternity we are young and heart-comforting and fair of stature.

On Ye Plott Against King William

© Thomas Parnell

Rome when she could King Pyrrhus Life have bought

She scornd a triumph So ignobly gott,

My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I
am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy.
Behold, the Marquis of Glee has attainted felicity; this city and
plain are filled with soldiers and drums and flags.

Self And Soul

© Madison Julius Cawein

It came to me in my sleep,
And I rose from my sleep and went
Out in the night to weep,
Over the bristling bent.
With my soul, it seemed, I stood
Alone in a moaning wood.

Absolution II

© Edith Nesbit

UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer,

Look on the sins that made thy life unclean,

On The Bus

© Aldous Huxley

Sitting on the top of the 'bus,

I bite my pipe and look at the sky.

After The Surprising Conversions

© Robert Lowell

September twenty-second, Sir: today

I answer. In the latter part of May,

Wind From The East

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,
Of late the very type of tender sweetness;
Now, through frail leaves and misty branches brown,
Looks forth, the dreary shadow of a frown

Peruvian Tales: Zilia, Tale III

© Helen Maria Williams

PIZARRO takes possession of Cuzco-The fanaticism of VALVERDA , a
Spanish priest-Its dreadful effects-A Peruvian priest put to the tor-
ture-His Daughter's distress-He is rescued by LAS CASAS , a Spa-
nish ecclesiastic-And led to a place of safety, where he dies-His
Daughter's narration of her sufferings-Her death.

The Dryad

© Robert Laurence Binyon

What has the ilex heard,
What has the laurel seen,
That the pale edges of their leaves are stirred?
What spirit stole between?

On A Gentlewoman's Watch That Wanted A Key

Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares

With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares

The Death of Cromwell

That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
Now in itself (the glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden years:
And thenceforh only did attend to trace
What death might least so fair a life deface.

Another For The Briar-Rose

O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,
O tangle of worlds wrong and right,
What art thou gainst my armours gleam
But dusky cobwebs of a dream?

The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C.

Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise;
So Man, declining alwayes, disappears.
In the Weak Circles of increasing Years;