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The Soul Of Spain
© Ernest Hemingway
Bill's father would never knowingly sit down at table with a Democrat.
Now Bill says democracy must go.
Go on democracy.
Democracy is the shit.
Relativity is the shit.
The Dawn Wind
© Rudyard Kipling
So do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie down,
Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes,
Chirrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind stares on,
Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness breaks.
The Fable About A Nail
© Zbigniew Herbert
For lack of a nail the kingdom has fallen
according to the wisdom of nursery schoolsbut in our kingdom
there have been no nails for a long time there arent and wont be
either the small ones for hanging a picture
on a wall or large ones for closing a coffin
The Advice
© Charles Sackville
Phyllis, for shame! let us improve
A thousand several ways
These few short minutes stol'n by love
From many tedious days.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude VI.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Student praised the good old times,
And liked the canter of the rhymes,
That had a hoofbeat in their sound;
But longed some further word to hear
Of the old chronicler Ben Meir,
And where his volume might he found.
The Eld
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Oh! blessèd, blessèd be the Eld,
Its echoes and its shades,--
The tones that from all time outswelled,
The light that never fades;--
To My Venerable Friend, The President Of The Royal Academy
© Washington Allston
From one unused in pomp of words to raise
A courtly monument of empty praise,
The Light
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
And I, remaining here and waiting long,
And all enfolded in my sorrows night,
Who not on earth again her face may see,
For even Memory does her likeness wrong,
Am blind and hopeless, only for this light
This light, this light, through all the years to be.
The Window
© Francis Scarfe
In after years, when you look back upon
This time, and upon me, who am no more
Close to your heart nor a shadow in your sun,
Perhaps you will stand still and lean on the door
Or lay down something, feeling quite undone.
The pilgrimage to Mecca
© George Canning
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,
What various duties bind his faithful train,-
Translation Of The Romaic Song
© George Gordon Byron
I enter thy garden of roses,
Beloved and fair Haidée,
The Princes' Quest - Part the Second
© William Watson
A fearful and a lovely thing is Sleep,
And mighty store of secrets hath in keep;
The Eternal Search
© William Watson
MY little maiden two years old, just able
To tower full half a head above the table,
The Clock
© Francis Scarfe
Far away is one who now is sleeping
In the same world and the same darkness,
The Meeting
© Sara Teasdale
I'm happy, I'm happy,
I saw my love to-day.
He came along the crowded street,
By all the ladies gay,
