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The Dead Bride

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

WITHIN my circled arm she lay and faintly smiled the long night through,

And oh, but she was fair to view, fair to view!

The Return Of The Goddess

© James Bayard Taylor

Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn,
And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way,
But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn,
She comes to me to-day.

The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Preludes.

I Love's Perversity

If It Should Come To Be

© William Ernest Henley

If it should come to be,
This proof of you and me,
This type and sign
Of hours that smiled and shone,
And yet seemed dead and gone
As old-world wine:

From Amorgos

© Nikos Gatsos

I
With their country tied to their sails and their oars hung on
the wind
The shipwrecked slept tamely like dead beasts on a bedding

Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."

To The South

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now,
Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow
The long kiss of the loving tropic sun,
And yet, whose veins with thy red current run.

A New Baby In The House

© Edgar Albert Guest

Something to talk about, something to do,

Something to laugh at the whole day through,

Urvashi -- English Translation

© Rabindranath Tagore

From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!

A Souvenir

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

YES, lady! I can ne'er forget,

That once in other years we met;

The Ballad Of Saint Vitus

© Lord Alfred Douglas

Vitus came tripping over the grass
When all the leaves in the trees were green,
Through the green meadows he did pass
On the day he was full seventeen.

The Death Of Huss

© Alfred Austin

In the streets of Constance was heard the shout,
``Masters! bring the arch-heretic out!''
The stake had been planted, the faggots spread,
And the tongues of the torches flickered red.
``Huss to the flames!'' they fiercely cried:
Then the gate of the Convent opened wide.

Petrarch to Laura

"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."