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The Complaint: or Night Thoughts (excerpt)

© Edward Young

By Nature's law, what may be, may be now;

There's no prerogative in human hours.

164. SongA Bottle and Friend

© Robert Burns

HERES a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o care, man?

395. Sonnet on the Authors Birthday

© Robert Burns

SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough,
Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain,
See aged Winter, mid his surly reign,
At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow.

66. Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux

© Robert Burns

Thohe was bred to kintra-wark,
And counted was baith wight and stark,
Yet that was never Robins mark
To mak a man;
But tell him, he was learnd and clark,
Ye roosd him then!

Life Is A Dream - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CLOTALDO. Reasons fail me not to show
That the experiment may not answer;
But there is no remedy now,
For a sign from the apartment
Tells me that he hath awoken
And even hitherward advances.

314. SongTherell never be Peace till Jamie comes hame

© Robert Burns

BY yon Castle wa, at the close of the day,
I heard a man sing, tho his head it was grey:
And as he was singing, the tears doon came,
Therell never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

I have number'd all the sorrows this tortured heart has
known;
I have counted each delight I would ever call my own;
But the moments are so woven, that the guiding clew is
gone,
And the sorrow and the pleasure blended into one.

The Indiscreet Confessions

© Jean de La Fontaine

BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dart,
The belle received the offer of his heart;
So well he managed and expressed his flame.
That soon her lord and master he became,
By Hymen's right divine, you may conceive,
And nothing short of it you should believe.

An Improvisation For Angular Momentum

© Archie Randolph Ammons

Walking is like
imagination, a
single step
dissolves the circle

Easter Morning

© Archie Randolph Ammons

I have a life that did not become,
that turned aside and stopped,
astonished:
I hold it in me like a pregnancy or
as on my lap a child
not to grow old but dwell on

Wo jo ham main tum main qarar Tha

© Momin Khan Momin

wo naye gile wo shikayaten wo maze maze ki hikayaten
wo har ek bat pe ruthna tumhen yad ho k na yad ho

Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---

© William Wordsworth

Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone;
Thou Angler, by the silent flood;
And mourn when thou art all alone,
Thou Woodman, in the distant wood!

Chiaroscuro Rose

© Conrad Aiken

Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal.
Sit at the western window. Take the sun
Between your hands like a ball of flaming crystal,
Poise it to let it fall, but hold it still,
And meditate on the beauty of your existence;
The beauty of this, that you exist at all.

Italy : 20. Marcolini

© Samuel Rogers

It was midnight; the great clock had struck, and was
still echoing through every porch and gallery in the
quarter of St. Mark, when a young Citizen, wrapped
in his cloak, was hastening home under it from an interview

Sonnet XV

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - June

1.

FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes

Feelings Excited By Some Military Maneuvers At Verona

What is the lesson I have brought away,
After the moment's palpitating glee?
What has this pomp of men, this strong array
Of thousands and ten thousands been to me?

Artegal And Elidure

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

Fragment IX

Conar was mighty in war. Caul
was the friend of strangers. His gates
were open to all; midnight darkened
not on his barred door. Both lived upon
the sons of the mountains. Their bow
was the support of the poor.