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Bianca's Dream - A Venetian Story
© Thomas Hood
BIANCA!fair Bianca!who could dwell
With safety on her dark and hazel gaze,
The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: XIII
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were
behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.
For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter
that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive.
Lines (With A Volume Of The Author's Poems Sent To M.R.C.)
© William Watson
Go, Verse, nor let the grass of tarrying grow
Beneath thy feet iambic. Southward go
Though Some Good Things Of Lower Worth
© Anna Laetitia Waring
The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance. Psalm 16:5.
Though some good things of lower worth
Like the gods. . .
© Sappho
In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you-any man whatever-
listening from closeby to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the
The King's Missive
© John Greenleaf Whittier
UNDER the great hill sloping bare
To cove and meadow and Common lot,
The Rich Man And Lazarus
© John Newton
A Worldling spent each day
In luxury and state;
While a believer lay,
A beggar at his gate:
Think not the Lord's appointments strange,
Death made a great and lasting change.
Kubla Khan: Or, A Vision In A Dream. A Fragment
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Sonnet Written On A Fly-Leaf Of "The Rubaiyat" Of Omar Khayyam, The Astronomer-Poet Of Persia.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHO deems the soul to endless death is thrall,
That no life breathes beyond that moment dire,
When every sense seems lost as outblown fire;
Evangeline: Part The Second. IV.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.
Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
© Charles Baudelaire
La très chère était nue, et, connaissant mon coeur,
Elle n'avait gardé que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Mores.
Summer Dawn
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
SOME summer mornings when you've taken tea
Too late the night before perhaps you'll see,
If at some Berkshire farmhouse far away
You chance to wake while yet the sky is gray,
A Description Of One Of The Pieces Of Tapistry At Long-Leat
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Thus stand the LICTORS gazing on a Deed,
Which do's all humane Chastisements exceed;
Enfeebl'd seem their Instruments of smart,
When keener Words can swifter Ills impart.
The Last Room
© Bliss William Carman
THERE, close the door!
I shall not need these lodgings any more.
Now that I go, dismantled wall and floor
Reproach me and deplore.
March
© Madison Julius Cawein
This is the tomboy month of all the year,
March, who comes shouting o'er the winter hills,
Late Night with Fog and Horses
© Raymond Carver
They were in the living room. Saying their
goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears.
Sir Eustace Grey
© George Crabbe
And shall I then the fact deny?
I was--thou know'st--I was begone,
Like him who fill'd the eastern throne,
To whom the Watcher cried aloud;
That royal wretch of Babylon,
Who was so guilty and so proud.
The Black Rock
© John Gould Fletcher
Off the long headland, threshed about by round-backed breakers,
There is a black rock, standing high at the full tide;
Off the headland there is emptiness,
And the moaning of the ocean,
And the black rock standing alone.
LInvention
© André Marie de Chénier
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ô toi
Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi!
