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The Allisons
© Roderic Quinn
ROOF and rafter and window and door
Totter and tumble in slow decay;
The house by the creek is a house no more
For the Allison folk have gone away.
The Child and the Hind
© Thomas Campbell
Come, maids and matrons, to caress
Wiesbaden's gentle hind;
And, smiling, deck its glossy neck
With forest flowers entwined.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Sicilian's Tale; King Robert of Sicily
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Days came and went; and now returned again
To Sicily the old Saturnian reign;
Under the Angel's governance benign
The happy island danced with corn and wine,
And deep within the mountain's burning breast
Enceladus, the giant, was at rest.
Totem
© Sylvia Plath
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver,
It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter X - The Pope
© Robert Browning
Then Stephen, Pope and seventh of the name,
Cried out, in synod as he sat in state,
While choler quivered on his brow and beard,
Come into court, Formosus, thou lost wretch,
That claimedst to be late the Pope as I!
The Ballad Of The White Lady
© Edith Nesbit
SIR GEOFFREY met the white lady
Upon his marriage morn,
Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are,
Her hair was gold like corn.
The Golden Gullies of the Palmer
© Anonymous
Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll sound the jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah! and we will merry be,
when we reach the diggings boys,
there the nuggets see,
In the Golden Gullies of the Palmer.
The Brakes
© James Russell Lowell
What countless years and wealth of brain were spent
To bring us hither from our caves and huts,
The Crocodile
© Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
The Smoker Parrot
© John Shaw Neilson
He has the full moon on his breast,
The moonbeams are about his wing;
The Waterfall And The Eglantine
© William Wordsworth
What more he said I cannot tell,
The Torrent down the rocky dell
Came thundering loud and fast;
I listened, nor aught else could hear;
The Briar quaked--and much I fear
Those accents were his last.
The Knight-Errant
© Virna Sheard
Keen in his blood ran the old mad desire
To right the world's wrongs and champion truth;
Deep in his eyes shone a heaven-lit fire,
And royal and radiant day-dreams of youth!
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 11
© Publius Vergilius Maro
SCARCE had the rosy Morning raisd her head
Above the waves, and left her watry bed;
The Sleeping Beauty
© Henry Lawson
Call that a yarn! said old Tom Pugh,
What rot! Ill lay my hat
Ill sling you a yarn worth more nor two
Such pumped-up yarns as that.
And thereupon old Tommy slew
A yarn of Lambing Flat.
The First Meeting Of Radha And Krishna
© Sant Surdas
On the Yamuna bank he chanced to see Radha;
a tika mark of turmeric on her brow,
dressed in a flowing skirt and blue blouse,
her lovely long wreathed hair dangling behind,
a stripling, fair, of beauty unsurpassed
with he a bevy of fair milkmaids:
The Shepherd's Dream: Or, Fairies' Masquerade
© Robert Bloomfield
Scorch'd by the shadeless sun on Indian plains,
Mellow'd by age, by wants, and toils, and pains,
Those toils still lengthen'd when he reach'd that shore
Where Spain's bright mountains heard the cannons roar,
A pension'd veteran, doom'd no more to roam,
With glowing heart thus sung the joys of home.
The bhakti path...
© Kabir
The bhakti path winds in a delicate way.
On this path there is no asking and no not asking.
The ego simply disappears the moment you touch
him.
