Pet poems
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A Vianden
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il songe. Il s'est assis rêveur sous un érable.
Entend-il murmurer la forêt vénérable ?
Regarde-t-il les fleurs ? regarde-t-il les cieux ?
Il songe. La nature au front mystérieux
Soneto
© Antônio Gonçalves Dias
Pensas tu, bela Anarda, que os poetas
Vivem dar, de perfumes, d'ambrosia?
Que vagando por mares dharmonia
São melhores que as próprias borboletas?
The Old Superb
© Sir Henry Newbolt
So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain,
And "Ship ahoy!" a hundred times a day;
Round the world if need be, and round the world again,
With a lame duck lagging all the way.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 19
© William Langland
That thow [have thyn askyng], as the lawe asketh
Omnia sunt tua ad defendendum set non ad deprehendendum.'
The viker hadde fer hoom, and faire took his leeve -
And I awakned therwith, and wroot as me mette.
Lines On The Portrait Of A Celebrated Publisher
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A MOONY breadth of virgin face,
By thought unviolated;
A patient mouth, to take from scorn
The hook with bank-notes baited!
Sir Walter Scott At The Tomb Of The Stuarts In St. Peters
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Eve's tinted shadows slowly fill the fane
Where Art has taken almost Nature's room,
While still two objects clear in light remain,
An alien pilgrim at an alien tomb.--
The Sundew
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
A LITTLE marsh-plant, yellow green,
And pricked at lip with tender red.
Tread close, and either way you tread
Some faint black water jets between
Lest you should bruise the curious head.
The Mother's Lesson
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Come hither an' sit on my knee, Willie,
Come hither an' sit on my knee,
Humildemente...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
"Tu carroza sonora
apaga repentina
el breve movimiento,
cual si fuesen las calles
una juguetería
que se quedo sin cuerda.
Alma Desnuda
© Alfonsina Storni
SOY un alma desnuda en estos versos,
Alma desnuda que angustiada y sola
Va dejando sus pétalos dispersos.
The Deodand
© Anthony Evan Hecht
What are these women up to? Theyve gone and strung
Drapes over the windows, cutting out light
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV
© Caroline Norton
Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.
From Mount Gerizzim
© John Bunyan
Besides what I said of the Four Last Things,
And of the weal and woe that from them springs;
Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Le bras sur un marteau gigantesque, effrayant
D'ivresse et de grandeur, le front large, riant
A Flower Of A Day
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace
Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again,
Marking the slow round of the wond'rous years?
Didst beckon me a moment, silent flower?
