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Never Love Unless

© Thomas Campion

Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of man:
Men sometimes will jealous be
Though but little cause they see;
And hang the head, as discontent,
And speak what straight they will repent.

Neglected

© Edgar Albert Guest

I DON'T get much attention now,

Although I'm not complaining;

November

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Together we laughed and talked in the warm--lit room:
Out now, alone I come
Into the street, in the fall of the early night.
Shadowy skies, with a pale uncertain gloom,

Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen

© William Butler Yeats

MANY ingenious lovely things are gone

That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude,

Not All There

© Robert Frost

I turned to speak to God,
About the world’s despair;
But to make bad matters worse,
I found God wasn’t there.

Heaven was originally precisely that: the starry sky, dating back to the earliest Egyptian texts, which include magic spells that enable the soul to be sewn in the body of the great mother, Nut, literally "night," like the seed of a plant, which is also a jewel and a star. The Greek Elysian fields derive from the same celestial topography: the Egyptian "Field of Rushes," the eastern stars at dawn where the soul goes to be purified. That there is another, mirror world, a world of light, and that this world is simply the skyand a step further, the breath of the sky, the weather, the very airis a formative belief of great antiquity that has continued to the present day with the godhead becoming brightness itself: dios/theos (Greek); deus/divine/diana (Latin); devas (Sanskrit); daha (Arabic); day (English).
Susan Brind Morrow, Wolves and Honey
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Nymphidia, The Court Of Fairy

© Michael Drayton

Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,

Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,

Nineteen-Fourteen: The Soldier

© Rupert Brooke

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Nuit Blanche

© Amy Lowell

I want no horns to rouse me up to-night,
And trumpets make too clamorous a ring
To fit my mood, it is so weary white
I have no wish for doing any thing.

Night (This night, agitated by the growing storm)

© Rainer Maria Rilke

This night, agitated by the growing storm,
how it has suddenly expanded its dimensions-,
that ordinarily would have gone unnoticed,
like a cloth folded, and hidden in the folds of time.

Nostalgia

© Billy Collins

The 1790s will never come again. Childhood was big.
People would take walks to the very tops of hills
and write down what they saw in their journals without speaking.
Our collars were high and our hats were extremely soft.
We would surprise each other with alphabets made of twigs.
It was a wonderful time to be alive, or even dead.

News For The Delphic Oracle

© William Butler Yeats

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There all the golden codgers lay,

Night Without Sleep

© Robinson Jeffers

The world’s as the world is; the nations rearm and prepare to change; the age of tyrants returns;
The greatest civilization that has ever existed builds itself higher towers on breaking foundations.
Recurrent episodes; they were determined when the ape’s children first ran in packs, chipped flint to an edge.

November Night

Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.

Nightmare Number Three

We had expected everything but revolt

And I kind of wonder myself when they started thinking--

Northern Farmer: Old Style

Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?
Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse: whoy, Doctor's abeän an' agoän;
Says that I moänt 'a naw moor aäle; but I beänt a fool;
Git ma my aäle, fur I beänt a-gawin' to breäk my rule.