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Hymn To Mercury

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER.
I.
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,
The Herald-child, king of Arcadia

Westward

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow

Andy McElroe

© William Percy French

My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,

So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.

Sylph's Song

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Fly with me, my mortal love!

Oh! haste to realms of purer day,

Down, indignation! hence, ideas foul!
Away the shocking image from my soul!
Let kindlier visitants attend my way,
Beneath approaching _Summer's_ fervid ray;
Nor thankless glooms obtrude, nor cares annoy,
Whilst the sweet theme is _universal joy_.

The Cookie-Lady

© Edgar Albert Guest

She is gentle, kind and fair,

And there's silver in her hair;

The Dream Of Christ

© Madison Julius Cawein

I saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon
Mesmeric eyes,
Like the mild lapsing of a lulling tune
On wide surprise,
While slow the graceful presence of a moon
Mellowed the purple skies.

Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow

© John Keats

"Under the flag
Of each his faction, they to battle bring
Their embryo atoms." ~ Milton.

7 Days on the Sea

© May Swenson

Monday

The world is a ball of water.

Hunting Song

© Robert Bloomfield

Ye darksome Woods where Echo dwells,
Where every bud with freedom swells
To meet the glorious day:
The morning breaks; again rejoice;
And with old Ringwood's well-known voice
Bid tuneful Echo play.

Mary Arden

© Charles Harpur

When a simple English maiden,

Nested warm in Wilmicote,

Inspiration

© Samuel Johnson

LIFE of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flowing in the Prophets word
And the Peoples liberty!

Riddles

© George MacDonald

Who is it that sleeps like a top all night,
And wakes in the morning so fresh and bright
That he breaks his bed as he gets up,
And leaves it smashed like a china cup?

Gordon Of Brackley

© Andrew Lang

Down Deeside cam Inveraye

Whistlin' and playing,

Baby Feet

Tell me, what is half so sweet

As a baby's tiny feet,

The Taste of Morning

Being closer and closer is the desire
of the body. Don't wish for union!

To The Head-Ach

THOU tyrant of the ling'ring hour!
Ah, why with me delight to rest?
Hence far away, tormenting pow'r
Unwelcome guest!

The Neighborly Man

Some are eager to be famous, some are striving

to be great,

Chaman mein subah yeh kahti

Chaman mein subah yeh kahti thi ho kar chashm-e-tar shabnam,

Bahaar-e-baagh to yun hi rahi, lekin kidhar shabanam.

Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 03 - Pre Autumn

© Kalidasa

"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride…

"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers…