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My Darling, We Sat Together

© Heinrich Heine

My darling, we sat together,
We two, in our frail boat;
The night was calm o'er the wide sea
Whereon we were afloat.

As She Passes

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

When I am sitting at the window,
Through the panes, which the snow blurs,
I see the lovely images, hers, as
She passes… passes… passes by…

Once For All

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose.

I said: I will delight me with its scent,

To Mrs. Henry Siddons

© Frances Anne Kemble

O lady! thou, who in the olden time

Hadst been the star of many a poet's dream!

Fragment X

© James Macpherson

It is night; and I am alone, forlorn
on the hill of storms. The wind is
heard in the mountain. The torrent
shrieks down the rock. No hut receives
me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of
winds.

Cantos Nuevos -- With Translation

© Federico Garcia Lorca

Dice la tarde: "¡Tengo sed de sombra!"
Dice la luna: "¡Yo, sed de luceros!"
La fuente cristalina pide labios
y suspira el viento.

Again, the year's _decline_, midst storms and floods,
The thund'ring chase, the yellow fading woods,
Invite my song; that fain would boldly tell
Of upland coverts, and the echoing dell,
By turns resounding loud, at eve and morn
The swineherd's halloo, or the huntsman's horn.

Our Heritage

© William Henry Ogilvie

This is our heritage; the far-flung grass,

The golden stubble and the dark-red moor;

And So I've Found My Native Country...

© Attila Jozsef

And so I've found my native country,
that soil the gravedigger will frame,
where they who write the words above me
do not for once misspell my name.

Trilogy Of Passion 02 Elegy

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WHAT hope of once more meeting is there now
In the still-closed blossoms of this day?
Both heaven and hell thrown open seest thou;
What wav'ring thoughts within the bosom play
No longer doubt! Descending from the sky,
She lifts thee in her arms to realms on high.

William and Helen

© Sir Walter Scott

I.
From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
And eyed the dawning red:
"Alas, my love, thou tarriest long!
O art thou false or dead?"-

The Clue

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Life from sunned peak, witched wood, and flowery dell
A hundred ways the eager spirit wooes,
To roam, to dream, to conquer, to rebel:
Yet in its ear a voice cries ever, Choose!

Over And Done

© Edith Nesbit

WE might have held back from Love's draught divine

For many a wistful sad-and-happy day,

Love Gustatory

Myrtilla, I have seen you eat--
Have heard you drink, to be precise--
Your soup, and, notwithstanding, sweet,
The gurgitation wasn't nice,
I overlooked a tiny fault
Like that with just a grain of salt.

Old Mates

. I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
My swag ain't too heavy to carry, but then I begin to get old.
I came through this way to the diggings - how long will that be ago now?
Thirty years! how the country has altered, and miles of it under the plough,
And Jack was my mate on the journey - we both run away from the sea;
He's got on in the world and I haven't, and now he looks sideways on me.

Solon

I

The Tyrant passed, and friendlier was his eye

Ballade Of Autumn

© Andrew Lang

Lady, my home until I die
Is here, where youth and hope were slain:
They flit, the ghosts of our July,
My Love returns no more again!

Through the wild night, the silence and the dark,
Through league on league of the uncharted sky,
Lonelier than dove of fable from its ark,
The fieldfares fly.