Chequered with sunshine and shadethe umbrage of white clouds in motion
Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands,
Northward and southward and seaward the mountains arise from the ocean
Poised on a height above all, Kara, the beautiful, stands.

Phrases

© Arthur Rimbaud

When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our two pairs of dazzled eyes—to a beach for two faithful children—to a musical house for our clear understanding—then I shall find you.
When there is only one old man on earth, lonely, peaceful, handsome, living in unsurpassed luxury, then I am at your feet.
When I have realized all your memories, —when I am the girl who can tie your hands,—then I will stifle you.

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© Kenneth Fearing

But that dashing, dauntless, delphic, diehard, diabolic cracker likes his fiction turned with a certain elegance and wit; and that anti-anti-anti-slum-congestion clublady prefers romance;
Search through the mothballs, comb the lavender and lace;
Were her desires and struggles futile or did an innate fineness bring him at last to a prouder, richer peace in a world gone somehow mad?

Beatrice

© Sara Teasdale

Send out the singers - let the room be still;

They have not eased my pain nor brought me sleep.

A Death in the Desert

© Robert Browning

Then Xanthus said a prayer, but still he slept:
It is the Xanthus that escaped to Rome,
Was burned, and could not write the chronicle.

Prayer For The Lord's Promised Presence

© John Newton

Son of God! thy people's shield!
Must we still thine absence mourn?
Let thy promise be fulfilled,
Thou hast said, I will return!

The House of Life: 66. The Heart of the Night

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life!
O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,
Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath:
That when the peace is garner'd in from strife,
The work retriev'd, the will regenerate,
This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!

The Exile Of Erin

© Thomas Campbell

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,

The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill:

The Jungfrau To Beth

God bless you, dear Queen Bess!
May nothing you dismay,
But health and peace and happiness
Be yours, this Christmas day.

The Lotos-eaters

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,

"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."

A Walk at Sunset

When insect wings are glistening in the beam
Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,
Oh, let me, by the crystal valley-stream,
Wander amid the mild and mellow light;
And while the wood-thrush pipes his evening lay,
Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.

Nineteen-Fourteen: Peace

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,

And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping!

The Eve Of The Bridal

YES! it has come; the strange, o'ermastering hour,
When buoyant hopes, and tender, tremulous fears
Sway the full heart with a divided power,
The flush of sunshine, and the touch of tears!

Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV

Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul,
Parts answ'ring parts shall slide into a whole,
Spontaneous beauties all around advance,
Start ev'n from difficulty, strike from chance;
Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow
A work to wonder at—perhaps a Stowe.