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In the streets of Constance was heard the shout,
``Masters! bring the arch-heretic out!''
The stake had been planted, the faggots spread,
And the tongues of the torches flickered red.
``Huss to the flames!'' they fiercely cried:
Then the gate of the Convent opened wide.

Petrarch to Laura

© Mary Darby Robinson

"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."

The Love Of Loves

© Madison Julius Cawein

I have not seen her face, and yet

She is more sweet than any thing

Sensation (Bodh)

© Jibanananda Das

As I take my place among other beings
Am I becoming estranged and alone
Because of my mannerisms?
Is there just an optical illusion?
Are there only obstacles in my path?

Song III

© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

Have mercy on me, my Lord,
For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.

Sonnet VIII: If your eyes were not the color of the moon

© Pablo Neruda

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking - continued about 26
hours later ]
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,

In The Firelight

© Robert Laurence Binyon

So sad and so lonely, Dear?
What dream by the fire do you dream
So deep, that you could not hear
My step as I entered? Dim

The Milch Kine Drawing The Ark : Faith's Surrender Of All

© John Newton

The kine unguided went
By the directest road;
When the Philistines homeward sent
The ark of Israel's God.

By The Fates

© Alfred Austin

By the fates that have fastened our life,

By the distance that holds us apart,

The Garden

© Harriet Monroe

Hiding under the hill,
Heavy with trailing robes and tangled veils of green,
Till only its little haggard face was visible,
The garden lay shy and wistful,

Kensington Garden

© Thomas Tickell

Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands

Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,

Wanderlied

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

O, WEST of all the westward roads that woo ye to their winding,
O, south of all the southward ways that call ye to the sea,
There's a little lonely garden that would pay ye for the finding,
With a fairy-ring within it and an old thorn tree.

Song Of The Manes

© John Kenyon

Come, dance we now in friendly band;

The Manes twinkling Hesperus calls;

From The Italian

© Edith Nesbit

AS a little child whom his mother has chidden,
Wrecked in the dark in a storm of weeping,
Sleeps with his tear-stained eyes closed hidden
And, with fists clenched, sobs still in his sleeping,