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The Master-Man

© Roderic Quinn

O CAPTAIN of the Great Event,
Which yet shall dew with crimson dew
The green coasts of our continent,
I know not where to look for you!

Daphne

© Jonathan Swift

Daphne knows, with equal ease,
How to vex, and how to please;
But the folly of her sex
Makes her sole delight to vex.

Don Juan: Canto The Eighth

© George Gordon Byron

Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!

These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,

Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick

© Samuel Johnson

When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes

First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose;

Charms

© Edgar Albert Guest

SWEET is a rosebud, pink or red,

And sweet are the blooms of May,

Fortale til Skaberen

© Anders Arrebo

O Almæctige Gud, al Verdens Skaber oc HErre,

Præctig du gaaer her ud, din Gierning ziirlig maa være!

Fulgur

© Victor Marie Hugo

L'océan me disait : Ô poëte, homme juste,
J'ai parfois comme toi cette surprise auguste
Qu'il me descend des cieux une immense rougeur ;
Et je suis traversé tout à coup, ô songeur,

Our Sweet Singer

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

ONE memory trembles on our lips;
It throbs in every breast;
In tear-dimmed eyes, in mirth's eclipse,
The shadow stands confessed.

Til Nanna

© Jens Baggesen

Du, som for Ulykkeliges Vee

Blot Medlidenhedens Varme kiender

The Art of Love: Book Two

© Ovid

…Short partings do best, though: time wears out affections,

The absent love fades, a new one takes its place.

Anelida and Arcite

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Iamque domos patrias Cithice post aspera gentis
Prelia laurigero subeunte Thesea curru
Letifici plausus missusque ad sidera vulgi

The Colossus

© Sylvia Plath

I shall never get you put together entirely,
Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.
Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles
Proceed from your great lips.
It's worse than a barnyard.

Trilce

© Cesar Vallejo

Hay un lugar que yo me sé
en este mundo, nada menos,
adonde nunca llegaremos.

The Aungeles Song On Pask Day.

The grevous iourney þat thu took on hande, hath clerly maad, to eueri wight appere,In sothfastnesse to see & vnderstonde,To þat only was thi talent & thi chiereSo suffisaunt, lo,that oure raunsoum were Superhabundaunt over þat was due;Honured be thu, blisseful lord Ihesu!
On thursday, a noble soper þou made, Where thu ordeyned first thi sacrament;But muchë more it doth oure hertës glade,The worthi dyner of this day present,In which þou schewest thi self omnipotent, Rising from deth to lyve, it is ful trewe:Honured be thu, blisful lord Ihesu!
Now for this festë schal we say the graces, And worthi is, with alle oure diligence,And thank the here, & [eke] in allë places,Of thi ful bountevous benevolence,Thi myght, thi grace, thi souereyn excellence: Thu art the ground & welle of alle vertue:Honured be thu, blisfull lord Ihesu!

The Cloud Messenger - Part 03

© Kalidasa

Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:
you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are
furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you
produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made
of gemstones; you are lofty, their rooftops touch the sky;

A Poem On The Last Day - Book II

© Edward Young

Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.