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Song From The Persian

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

AH, sad are they who know not love,

But, far from passion's tears and smiles,

Sonnet LII. The Human Flower. 2.

SHALL that bright flower the countless ages toiled
And travailed to bring forth shall that rare rose,
Whose bloom and fragrance earth and heaven unclose
Their treasuries to enrich, by death be foiled?

Sonnet I

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

Whether we write or speak or do but look

We are ever unapparent. What we are

Sonnet. "Nay, let the Past be past, nor strive in vain"

© Frances Anne Kemble

Nay, let the Past be past, nor strive in vain,

From the dim backward vista of our years

Stars

© Robert Laurence Binyon

And must I deem you mortal as my kind,
O solemn stars, that to man's doubtful mind
So long have seemed, 'mid the world's fallen kings
And glories gone, the sole eternal things;

"Sometimes I wish that I were Helen-fair"

© Lesbia Harford

Sometimes I wish that I were Helen-fair
And wise as Pallas,
That I might have most royal gifts to pour
In love's sweet chalice.

Salmon-Fishing

© Robinson Jeffers

The days shorten, the south blows wide for showers now,

The south wind shouts to the rivers,

Sinfonia En Gris Mayor (Symphony In Gray Major)

© Rubén Dario

The sea like a vast silvered mirror
reflects the sky like a sheet of zinc;
distant flocks of birds make stains
on the burnished pale grey background.

Sensuality

© Kenneth Slessor

FEELING hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire, feeling
Pity and pain, tasting
Time in a kiss, tasting

Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh kiss, which dost those ruddy gems impart,
Or gems, or fruits of new-found Paradise,
Breathing all bliss and sweet'ning to the heart,
Teaching dumb lips a nobler exercise;

Sonnet On Bathing

© Thomas Warton

When late the trees were stript by winter pale,

Young Health, a dryad-maid in vesture green,

Sonnet XV. To The Lord General Fairfax

© John Milton

Fairfax, whose Name in Arms through Europe rings,
And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise,
And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze.
And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings,

Sonnet

© Richard Lovelace

I.
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare,
I lov'd, I lov'd thee best,

Simulacra

Dark in the west the sunset's somber wrack

Unrolled vast walls the rams of war had split,

Sonnet 20: Fly, Fly, My Friends

Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly!
See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,
Who like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie,
Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey.

Serenade

© Thomas Hood

Ah, sweet, thou little knowest how
I wake and passionate watches keep;
And yet while I address thee now,
Methinks thou smilest in thy sleep.

Smaller than the smallest atom

© Sant Tukaram

Smaller than the smallest atom,
All embracing as the heavens,
Tuka views the world objective -
Name and form as all delusion -

Street Music

There's a band in the street, there's a band in the street.
It will play you a tune for a penny
It will play you a tune, you a tune, you a tune,
And you, though you haven't got any,