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For The New Year

© Edith Nesbit

FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty,

The fair new year its promise gave;

To The Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests And Not Comforted

© John Newton

Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,

Hear what Christ the Saviour says;

Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five

© Juliusz Slowacki

Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,

Coiling up and down like an iron serpent

Urvashi -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!

The Ballad Of Saint Vitus

© Lord Alfred Douglas

Vitus came tripping over the grass
When all the leaves in the trees were green,
Through the green meadows he did pass
On the day he was full seventeen.

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."

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?

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

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,

The End of Love

© Muriel Stuart

WHO shall forget till his last hour be come,-

Until the useful service of the dust

Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Only until this cigarette is ended,

A little moment at the end of all,

Myth And Romance

© Madison Julius Cawein

Lady Acheson Weary Of The Dean

© Jonathan Swift

The Dean would visit Market-hill;
Our invitation was but slight;
I saidwhyLet him if he will,
And so I bid Sir Arthur write.

I Cast My Net Into The Sea

© Rabindranath Tagore

In the morning I cast my net into the sea.

I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.

A Lost Opportunity

One dark, dark night-it was long ago,
The air was heavy and still and warm -
It fell to me and a man I know,
To see two girls to their father's farm.

The War

There is a sound of thunder afar,

Storm in the south that darkens the day,

By The Seaside : The Lighthouse

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
And on its outer point, some miles away,
The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

Ode to Memory

O Memory! Celestial maid!
Who glean'st the flowerets cropt by time;
And, suffering not a leaf to fade,
Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime;
Bring, bring those moments to my mind
When life was new and Lesbia kind.