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Sonnet IX
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Oh to be idle loving idleness!
But I am idle all in hate of me;
Street Lanterns
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Over the dull earth are thrown
Topaz, and the ruby stone.
Sonnet XXXIV
© Pablo Neruda
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
Sonnet VI. To Hope
© Charlotte Turner Smith
OH, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes.
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn?
For me wilt thou renew the wither'd rose,
And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?
Snake
© Padraic Colum
BUT, Snake, you must not come where we abide,
For you would tempt us; we should hear you say:
Sweetheart
© Robert Fuller Murray
Sweetheart, that thou art fair I know,
More fair to me
Than flowers that make the loveliest show
To tempt the bee.
Songs In The Masque Of Alfred: To Alfred
© James Thomson
First Spirit.
Hear, Alfred, father of the state,
Thy genius Heaven's high will declare!
What proves the hero truly great,
Is never, never to despair:
Is never to despair.
Sentences (Phrases)
© Arthur Rimbaud
When the world is reduced to a single dark wood
for our four eyes' astonishment,-- a beach for two
faithful children,-- a musical house
for one pure sympathy,-- I shall find you.
Singing Children
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
IN the streets of Bethlehem sang the children
So merry and so shrill,
She Walks In Beauty
© George Gordon Byron
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
Striking
© Charles Stuart Calverley
It was a railway passenger,
And he lept out jauntilie.
"Now up and bear, thou stout porter,
My two chattels to me.
Summer Afternoon (Bodiam Castle, Sussex)
© Edith Wharton
And this was thine: to lose thyself in me,
Relive in my renewal, and become
The light of other lives, a quenchless torch
Passed on from hand to hand, till men are dust
And the last garland withers from my shrine.
Sweetest Of Maidens, Oh, How Can I Tell
© Louisa May Alcott
'Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell
The love that transfigures the whole earth to me?
The longing that causes my bosom to swell,
When I dream of a life all devoted to thee?'
Shew Us The Father
© George MacDonald
"Shew us the Father." Chiming stars of space,
And lives that fit the worlds, and means and powers,
Sitting Alone On Jingting Shan Hill
© Li Po
A flock of birds is flying high in the distance,
A lonely cloud drifts idly on its own.
We gaze at each other, neither growing tired,
There is only Jingting Shan.
Song
© Alfred Austin
Go talk to her, sweet flower,
To whom I fain would talk
Tell her I hour by hour
Pine on my own poor stalk.
Soldier: Twentieth Century
© Isaac Rosenberg
I love you, great new Titan!
Am I not you?
Napoleon or Caesar
Out of you grew.
She Charged Me
© Thomas Hardy
She charged me with having said this and that
To another woman long years before,
In the very parlour where we sat, -
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza LXXXIII
© Gertrude Stein
Why am I if I am uncertain reasons may inclose.
Remain remain propose repose chose.
