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Hermes

© Francis Thompson

Soothsay. Behold, with rod twy-serpented,

Hermes the prophet, twining in one power

A Loving Pair

© Theocritus

Sleep on, happy pair,
Breathing into each other's bosom love and desire,
And forget not to rise towards morning.

Fafaia

© Rupert Brooke

Stars that seem so close and bright,
Watched by lovers through the night,
Swim in emptiness, men say,
Many a mile and year away.

A Man And His Image

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

All day the nations climb and crawl and pray
In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,
Where sleeps a saint whose pardon, like his peace,
Is wide as death, as common, as divine.

An Epistle To George William Curtis

© James Russell Lowell

Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,

Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,

See Where The Thames, The Purest Stream

© William Cowper

See where the Thames, the purest stream
That wavers to the noon-day beam,
Divides the vale below;
While like a vein of liquid ore
His waves enrich the happy shore,
Still shining as they flow.

The Servants

© Franklin Pierce Adams

With genuflexions to Kipling's _"The Ladies"_

Book First [Introduction-Childhood and School Time]

© William Wordsworth

OH there is blessing in this gentle breeze,

A visitant that while it fans my cheek

Russell Gurney

© George MacDonald

In that high country whither thou art gone,

Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers,

Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1.

© William Cowper

Adam, arise, since I do thee impart
A spirit warm from my benignant breath:
Arise, arise, first man,
And joyous let the world
Embrace its living miniature in thee!

The Grave-Digger

© Emile Verhaeren

In the garden yonder of yews and death,
There sojourneth
A man who toils, and has toiled for aye.
Digging the dried-up ground all day.

Tristesses de la lune (Sorrows Of The Moon)

© Charles Baudelaire

Ce soir, la lune rêve avec plus de paresse;
Ainsi qu'une beauté, sur de nombreux coussins,
Qui d'une main distraite et légère caresse
Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins,

In everything I seek to grasp...

© Boris Pasternak

In everything I seek to grasp
The fundamental:
The daily choice, the daily task,
The sentimental.

Sonnets LLXXI:LXXII:LXXIII: The Choice

I

Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.

Bright Be The Place Of Thy Soul!

Bright be the place of thy soul!
No lovelier spirit than thine
E'er burst from its mortal control
In the orbs of the blessed to shine.

The Watches Of The Night

O the waiting in the watches of the night!

In the darkness, desolation, and contrition and affright;

To An Enthusiast

© Thomas Hood

Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,
Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind,
And still a large late love of all thy kind.
Spite of the world's cold practice and Time's tooth,

Upon my Lap my Sovereign Sits

I grieve that duty doth not work
All that my wishing would,
Because I would not be to thee
But in the best I should.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!