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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06:

© Conrad Aiken

Here is the room—with ghostly walls dissolving—
The twilight room in which she called you 'lover';
And the floorless room in which she called you 'friend.'
So many times, in doubt, she ran between them!—
Through windy corridors of darkening end.

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The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale

© William Wordsworth

'TIS not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,
The squeamish in taste, and the narrow of mind,
And the small critic wielding his delicate pen,
That I sing of old Adam, the pride of old men.

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Gentilesse

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Vyce may wel be heir to old richesse,
But ther may no man, as men may wel see,
Bequethe his heir his vertuous noblesse
(That is appropred unto no degree
But to the firste fader in magestee,
That maketh hem his heyres that him queme),

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A Cowherding girl

© Mirabai

The plums tasted


sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-

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Death

© Rabindranath Tagore

O thou the last fulfilment of life,

Death, my death, come and whisper to me!

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To A Brown Girl

© Countee Cullen

What if his glance is bold and free,
His mouth the lash of whips?
So should the eyes of lovers be
And so a lovers lips.

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Sonnet XII: My Spotless Love

© Samuel Daniel

My spotless love hovers with white wings

About the temple of the proudest frame,

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To Chloe Weeping

© Matthew Prior

See, whilst Thou weep'st, fair Cloe, see

The World in Sympathy with Thee.

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In Memory

© Lionel Pigot Johnson

Ah! fair face gone from sight,

With all its light

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Prolong the night

© Renee Vivien

Prolong the night, Goddess who sets us aflame!
Hold back from us the golden-sandalled dawn!
Already on the sea the first faint gleam
  Of day is coming on.

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Bagley Wood

© Lionel Pigot Johnson

  Could we but live at will upon this perfect height,
  Could we but always keep the passion of this peace,
  Could we but face unshamed the look of this pure light,
  Could we but win earth's heart, and give desire release:
  Then were we all divine, and then were ours by right
  These stars, these nightingales, these scents: then shame would cease.

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The Ways Are Green

© William Ernest Henley

The ways are green with the gladdening sheen

Of the young year's fairest daughter.

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Under The Rose

© Madison Julius Cawein

He told a story to her,
  A story old yet new--
  And was it of the Faëry Folk
  That dance along the dew?

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Last Days Of Alice

© Allen Tate

Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat,
Declines upon her lost and twilight age;
Above in the dozing leaves the grinning cat
Quivers forever with his abstract rage:

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Dum Capitolium Scandet

© Ezra Pound

How many will come after me

singing as well as I sing, none better;

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There Will Always Be Something To Do

© Edgar Albert Guest

There will always be something to do, my boy;

  There will always be wrongs to right;

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© William Carlos Williams

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,

 like a buttercup

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Lullaby

© James Whitcomb Riley

The maple strews the embers of its leaves
  O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves;
  And the moody cricket falters in his cry--Baby-bye!--
  And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky--Baby-bye!--
  The lid of night is falling o'er the sky!

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My Lady

© Mathilde Blind

Like putting forth upon a sea


 On which the moonbeams shimmer,

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Napoleon III

© Mary Hannay Foott

His silent spirit from the place

 Slid forth unseen; amid the throng