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The Most Extraordinary Women in the World
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
These are the most extraordinary women in the world,they do not go to bed at 11 p
The Exile
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
It is the place I return to.Lying awake nights I imaginethe wind just back from the cypress treesbrushing me lightly as Istep from the house;
Tristesse
© Alfred de Musset
J'ai perdu ma force et ma vie,Et mes amis et ma gaîté;J'ai perdu jusqu'à la fiertéQui faisait croire à mon génie.
The Life of Man
© William Henry Davies
All from his cradle to his grave,Poor devil, man's a frightened fool;His Mother talks of imps and ghosts,His Master threatens him at school
The Collier's Wife
© William Henry Davies
The collier's wife had four tall sons Brought from the pit's mouth dead, And crushed from foot to head;When others brought her husband home,Had five dead bodies in her room.
The Civil Wars between the Two Houses of Lancaster and York
© Samuel Daniel
The swift approach and unexpected speedThe king had made upon this new-rais'd force,In the unconfirmed troops, much fear did breed,Untimely hind'ring their intended course
The Husband’s and Wife’s Grave
© Dana Richard Henry
Husband and wife! No converse now ye hold,As once ye did in your young days of love,On its alarms, its anxious hours, delays,Its silent meditations, its glad hopes,Its fears, impatience, quiet sympathies;Nor do ye speak of joy assured, and blissFull, certain, and possessed
The Dying Raven
© Dana Richard Henry
Come to these lonely woods to die alone?It seems not many days since thou wast heard,From out the mists of spring, with thy shrill note,Calling upon thy mates -- and their clear answers
The Touch
© Currin Jen
I want to hear the slapof your shadowas it hits the floor,the pins and needlesof water fallingtap to tub. I'm tired,and what you knowabout me will soon be writtenon a postcard and passedin the night.
The Elephant Lady's Drawings
© Currin Jen
We came out of the gardenand there were brides in the trees.You faked a birdsong.I had something to say to your motherbut the ancestors are as inconsiderateas they are deaf.
Titanic
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
Upon the tinkling splintery battlementsWhich swing and tumble south in ghostly whiteBehemoth rushes blindly from the night,Behemoth whom we have praised on instrumentsDulcet and shrill and impudent with vents:Behemoth whose huge body was our delightAnd miracle, wallows where there is no light,Shattered and crumpled and torn with pitiful rents
The "Student"
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
A minx of seventeen, with rather fineBrown eyes and freckles and a cheerful grin,She saunters up the ward, and stricken sinNods and looks pleasant (why should one repine?)
The Rhyme of the Beast
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
Lo, the Beast that rioteth, Sick with hate and coveting --To the sons of men he saith, I will show you a new thing.
The Eagle
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
They have him in a cageAnd little children runTo offer him well-meant bits of bun,And very common people say, "My word!Ain't he a 'orrible bird!"And the smart, "How absurd!Poor, captive, draggled, downcast lord of the air!"
Steadfast in his despair,He doth not rage;But with unconquerable eyeAnd soul aflame to fly,Considereth the sun
The Baby in the Ward
© Crosland Thomas William Hodgson
We were all sore and broken and keen on sleep,Tumours and hearts and dropsies, there we lay,Weary of night and wearier of day,With no more health in us than rotten sheep
The Parson's Grave
© Craig Thomas
His tombstone tells a tale of woe -- The story of a saddened life --"Here lies the Reverend Jonas Lowe, The victim of a faithless wife."
