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I Am Leaving Alexandria

© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin

Ah, I am leaving Alexandria

and will not see it for a long time!

Our Lady's Well

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Fount of the woods! thou art hid no more,

From Heaven's clear eye, as in time of yore!

"Of course, the fire consumes a lot of kindling wood,
When we warm up the house or cook a boiling pot.
Just think what kind of food we'd have to eat each day,
If there were no wood to burn and no helpful fire.
We'd have naught but sodden, sour swill to eat, like swine.

Morphine

© Heinrich Heine

Theres a mirror likeness between the two
Bright, youthfully-shaped figures, though
Ones paler than the other and more austere,
I might even say more perfect, more distinguished,

The Giving Tree

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Once there was a tree....

Love Is Best

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dare all things for Love's sake, since love is best,
Of Fate ask nothing, rather by your deeds
Rebuke it for its niggard ways unblest,
And trust to Love to shield you in your needs.

Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.

Upper Austria

© John Kenyon

And he had comment, full and clear,
The fruit of many a travelled year;
But more, by meditation brought
From inner depths of silent thought;
Or fresh from fountain, never dry,
Of undisturbed humanity.

Sensuality

© Kenneth Slessor

FEELING hunger and cold, feeling
Food, feeling fire, feeling
Pity and pain, tasting
Time in a kiss, tasting

The Assault

© Robert Nichols

A sudden thrill.
"Fix bayonets."
Gods! we have our fill
Of fear, hysteria, exultation, rage -
Rage to kill….

The Pig and the Rooster

© Clement Clarke Moore

Thus ended the strife, as does many a fight;
Each thought his foe wrong, and his own notions right.
Pig turn'd, with a grunt, to his mire anew,
And He-biddy, laughing, cried -- cock-a-doodle-doo.

The Preacher

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The impulse spread like the outward course
Of waters moved by a central force;
The tide of spiritual life rolled down
From inland mountains to seaboard town.

Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep

© Emily Jane Brontë

Oh, for the time when in my breast
Their struggles will be o'er!
Oh, for the day when I shall rest,
And never suffer more!

Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Adonis

I mourn Adonis deadloveliest Adonis--
Dead, dead Adonis--and the Loves lament.
Sleep no more, Venus, wrapped in purple woof--
Wake violet-stoled queen, and weave the crown
Of Death,--'tis Misery calls,--for he is dead.

The Halcyon

Why o'er the verdant banks of Ouse
Does yonder Halcyon speed so fast?
'Tis all because she would not lose
Her favourite calm, that will not last.

Dennis Shand

THE shadows fall along the wall,

It's night at Haye-la-Serre;

The North Sea -- Second Cycle

The waves are murmuring, the sea-gulls crying,
Wafts of old memories over me steal,
Old dreams long forgotten, old visions long vanished,
Sweet and torturing, rise from the deep..