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Ode to Apollo. On An Inkglass Almost Dried In The Sun
© William Cowper
Patron of all those luckless brains,
That, to the wrong side leaning,
Ode to Joy
© Anonymous
Would he purge his soul from vileness
And attain to light and worth,
He must turn and cling forever
To his ancient Mother Earth.
Ozymandias
© Horace Smith
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
On A Late Impiric Of Balmy Memory
© Charles Lamb
His namesake, born of Jewish breeder,
Knew "from the Hyssop to the Cedar;"
But he, unlike the Jewish leader,
Scarce knew the Hyssop from the Cedar.
Ocean Oneness
© Sri Aurobindo
Silence is round me, wideness ineffable;
White birds on the ocean diving and wandering;
A soundless sea on a voiceless heaven,
Azure on azure, is mutely gazing.
On A Great Warrior
© Henry Abbey
When all the sky was wild and dark,
When every heart was wrung with fear,
On Deck
© Sylvia Plath
Midnight in the mid-Atlantic. On deck.
Wrapped up in themselves as in thick veiling
And mute as mannequins in a dress shop,
Some few passangers keep track
Of the old star-map on the ceiling.
Tiny and far, a single ship
O Navio Negreiro Part 4. (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Era um sonho dantesco… o tombadilho
Que das luzernas avermelha o brilho.
Em sangue a se banhar.
Tinir de ferros… estalar de açoite…
Legiões de homens negros como a noite,
Horrendos a dançar…
Our Little Baby Fell Asleep
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Our little baby fell asleep,
And may not wake again
Our Sun
© Giorgos Seferis
A woman howled `Cowards'. like a dog in the night.
Once she would have been beautiful like you
with the wet mouth, veins alive beneath the skin,
with love.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 07 - The Infinity Of The Universe
© Lucretius
For one thing after other will grow clear,
Nor shall the blind night rob thee of the road,
To hinder thy gaze on Nature's Farthest-forth.
Thus things for things shall kindle torches new.
On the Lady Elizabeth, and Count Palatine Being Married on St. Valentine's Day
© John Donne
Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
All the air is thy Diocese,
On The Earl Of Oxford And Mortimer's Giving His Daughter In Marriage In Oxford--Chapel.
© Mary Barber
See, in the Temple rais'd by Harley's Hand,
His beauteous Off--spring at the Altar stand:
There Mortimer resigns his darling Care;
To happy Portland gives the blooming Fair.
Ode to Memory
© Alfred Tennyson
O strengthen me, englighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.
Objects
© Zbigniew Herbert
Inanimate objects are always correct and cannot, unfortunately, be reproached with anything
Orientale
© William Ernest Henley
She's an enchanting little Israelite,
A world of hidden dimples!--Dusky-eyed,
Out At Plough
© William Barnes
Though cool avore the sheenèn sky
Do vall the sheädes below the copse,
