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The Ship Starting
© Walt Whitman
LO! THE unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails-an ample
Ship, carrying even her moonsails;
The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately-
below, emulous waves press forward,
They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and foam.
The Luck Of Edenhall
© Johann Ludwig Uhland
Of Edenhall, the youthful Lord
Bids sound the festal trumpet's call;
He rises at the banquet board,
And cries, 'mid the drunken revellers all,
"Now bring me the Luck of Edenhall!"
To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My
© Richard Lovelace
I.
If teares could wash the ill away,
A pearle for each wet bead I'd pay;
But as dew'd corne the fuller growes,
So water'd eyes but swell our woes.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XX. -- Einar Tamberskelv
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was Einar Tamberskelver
Stood beside the mast;
The Love Of Christ Which Passeth Kowledge
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I bore with thee long weary days and nights,
Through many pangs of heart, through many tears;
I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights,
For three and thirty years.
The Naughty Little Fellow
© Edgar Albert Guest
When a naughty little fellow stands ashamed in front of you
And his lips begin to quiver and he's ready to boo-hoo,
When his big round eyes are filling with the tears he cannot check,
And at last you find him sobbing with his arms around your neck,
Don't you get a tender feeling sort of stealing over you,
Till you feel like crying with him? Well, you bet your life I do.
The Cloud Messenger - Part 04
© Kalidasa
The slender young woman who is there would be the premier creation by the
Creator in the sphere of women, with fine teeth, lips like a ripe bimba fruit, a
slim waist, eyes like a startled gazelles, a deep navel, a gait slow on account
of the weight of her hips, and who is somewhat bowed down by her breasts.
The Mad Wanderer
© Amelia Opie
There came to Grasmere's pleasant vale
A stranger maid in tatters clad,
Whose eyes were wild, whose cheek was pale,
While oft she cried, "Poor Kate is mad!"
The Mystics Christmas
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"All hail!" the bells of Christmas rang,
"All hail!" the monks at Christmas sang,
The merry monks who kept with cheer
The gladdest day of all their year.
The Affection Of The Wives On The Joo
© Confucius
Along the raised banks of the Joo,
To hew slim stem and branch I wrought,
My lord away, my husband true,
Like hunger-pang my troubled thought!
The Shadow Of The Cross
© John McCrae
From the attic poor to the palace grand,
The King and the beggar went hand in hand.
They Don't
© Edgar Albert Guest
Life has its ups and downs,
Its fair and cloudy weather,
But this you'll find, my friend,
They never come together.
The Godhead
© Sri Aurobindo
I sat behind the dance of Danger's hooves
In the shouting street that seemed a futurist's whim,
And suddenly felt, exceeding Nature's grooves,
In me, enveloping me the body of Him.
To a Lady who sent me a copy of verses at my going to bed
© Henry King
Lady your art or wit could nere devise
To shame me more then in this nights surprise.
Why I am quite unready, and my eye
Now winking like my candle, doth deny
The Brus Book XVI
© John Barbour
[King Robert goes to Ireland]
Quhen Schyr Edward, as Ik said ar,
Had discomfyt Richard of Clar
The Dirge
© George Moses Horton
Hast thou gone and left me,
Void of faults but strictly true?
Fly far away
Without delay,
Adieu, my love, adieu.
Time And Love
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Time flies. The swift hours hurry by
And speed us on to untried ways;
The Land Of Pallas
© Archibald Lampman
Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
And life went by me flowing like a placid river
Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make head.
The Secret Of The Stars
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Is man's the only throbbing heart that hides
The silent spring that feeds its whispering tides?
Speak from thy caverns, mystery-breeding Earth,
Tell the half-hinted story of thy birth,
And calm the noisy champions who have thrown
The book of types against the book of stone!
