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Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

Menelaus and Helen

© Rupert Brooke

High sat white Helen, lonely and serene.
He had not remembered that she was so fair,
And that her neck curved down in such a way;
And he felt tired. He flung the sword away,
And kissed her feet, and knelt before her there,
The perfect Knight before the perfect Queen.

1914 I: Peace

© Rupert Brooke

Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour

© Rupert Brooke

Oh! we who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Nought broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

Tale XVIII

© George Crabbe

THE WAGER.

Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,

Aux proscrits

© Victor Marie Hugo

Semons ce qui demeure, ô passants que nous sommes !
Le sort est un abîme, et ses flots sont amers,
Au bord du noir destin, frères, semons des hommes,
Et des chênes au bord des mers !

Beachy Head

© Charlotte Turner Smith

ON thy stupendous summit, rock sublime !

That o'er the channel rear'd, half way at sea

Elegy For My Father

© Annie Finch

Bequeath us to no earthly shore until
Is answered in the vortex of our grave
The seals wide spindrift gaze towards paradise.
Hart Crane, Voyages

The Missionary - Canto Third

© William Lisle Bowles

Come,--for the sun yet hangs above the bay,--

And whilst our time may brook a brief delay

Piccolo Valzer Viennese

© Benjamin Jonson

A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,
una spalla dove piange la morte
e un bosco di colombe disseccate.
C'e' un frammento del mattino
nel museo della brina.
C'è un salone con mille vetrate.

Begging Another

© Benjamin Jonson

For love's sake, kiss me once again;
I long, and should not beg in vain,
Here's none to spy or see;
Why do you doubt or stay?
I'll taste as lightly as the bee
That doth but touch his flower and flies away.

The Canterbury Tales; THE PHISICIENS TALE

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Part 16

Sanity

© Claire Nixon

Ive held you all these years,
supporting you through all.
I plead for your hand just this once,
then I realise I was always alone,

To a Child of Quality, Five Years Old, 1704. The Author then Forty

© Matthew Prior

LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
To show their passions by their letters.

The Centerarian's Story

© Walt Whitman

GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary;
The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen
Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and
extra years;
You can walk, old man, though your eyes are almost done;
Your faculties serve you, and presently I must have them serve me.

The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.