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Picture Of A Young Lady

© William Lisle Bowles

When I was sitting, sad, and all alone,

Remembering youth and love for ever fled,

Pharsalia - Book IX: Cato

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

Such were the words he spake; and soon the fleet
Had dared the angry deep: but Cato's voice
While praising, calmed the youthful chieftain's rage.

Promise

© Anonymous

There is a rainbow in the sky,
Upon the arch where tempests trod;
God wrote it ere the world was dry--
It is the autograph of God.

Pasas por el abismo de mis tristezas

© Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Pasas por el abismo de mis tristezas
como un rayo de luna sobre los mares,
ungiendo lo infinito de mis pesares
con el nardo y la mina de tus ternezas.

Playing For Keeps

© Edgar Albert Guest

I've watched him change from his bibs and things, from bonnets known as "cute,"

To little frocks, and later on I saw him don a suit;

Psalm Of The West

© Sidney Lanier

Master, Master, break this ban:
The wave lacks Thee.
Oh, is it not to widen man
Stretches the sea?
Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
Alone be free?

Theres a new grace up on Boot Hill, where weve planted Rowdy Pete;
He died one evenin, sudden, with his leather on his feet;
He was Cactus Centers terror with that work of art, the Colt,
But, somehow, without warnin, he up and missed his holt.

Preexistence

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHILE sauntering through the crowded street,
Some half-remembered face I meet,
Albeit upon no mortal shore
That face, methinks, hath smiled before.

Pearls

© Madison Julius Cawein

Baroque, but beautiful, between the lanes,

The valves of nacre of a mussel-shell,

Pierrot

© Langston Hughes

I work all day,

Said Simple John,

Poem 13

© Kabir

O MY heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake!
Run to the feet of your Beloved: for
your Lord stands near to your head.
You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not wake?

Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 38

© Edward Taylor

Oh! What a thing is man? Lord, who am I?
That Thou shouldest give him law (Oh! golden line)
To regulate his thoughts, words, life thereby;
And judge him wilt thereby too in Thy time.
A court of justice Thou in heaven holdst
To try his case while he's here housed on mold.

Preparations For Victory

© Edmund Blunden

My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags

The valley; flinch not you, my body young.

Primer Lesson

© Carl Sandburg

Look out how you use proud words.
When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back.
They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling-
Look out how you use proud words.

Palm Sunday: Naples

Because it is the day of Palms,
Carry a palm for me,
Carry a palm in Santa Chiara,
And I will watch the sea;
There are no palms in Santa Chiara
To-day or any day for me,