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Near The Forum Of Trajan

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

In Rome, as I look from my lattice

And lean to the night,

The Factories

© Margaret Widdemer

I have shut my little sister in from life and light

(For a rose, for a ribbon, for a wreath across my hair),

In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and Sultan rule,
Where they drink their coffee thick and black, and sip the sherbet cool,
They have white Circassian girls for slaves, as well as the Negro black;
And it seems to me in our free land that slavery's coming back:
It's fenced about with custom and law, and they give it a prettier name.
But, spite of the paltry wage that's paid, it's slavery all the same.

The Shepheardes Calender: March

© Edmund Spenser

Willyes Embleme.
To be wise and eke to loue,
Is graunted scarce to God aboue.

Drunken Morning

© Arthur Rimbaud

Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good!
Hideous fanfare where
yet I do not stumble!
Oh, rack of enchantments!

Chanting The Square Deific

© Walt Whitman

But as the seasons, and gravitation-and as all the appointed days,
that forgive not,
I dispense from this side judgments inexorable, without the least
remorse.

In after Time

© Walter Savage Landor

NO, my own love of other years!
No, it must never be.
Much rests with you that yet endears,
Alas! but what with me?

What We Need

© Edgar Albert Guest

We were settin' there an' smokin' of our pipes, discussin' things,
Like licker, votes for wimmin, an' the totterin'thrones o' kings,
When he ups an' strokes his whiskers with his hand an' says t'me:
"Changin' laws an' legislatures ain't, as fur as I can see,
Goin' to make this world much better, unless somehow we can
Find a way to make a better an' a finer sort o' man.

Spring In War-Time

© Edith Nesbit

Now the sprinkled blackthorn snow
Lies along the lovers lane
Where last year we used to go-
Where we shall not go again.

The Parsonage Improved

© Henry James Pye

Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide

In slow meanders thro' the winding vale,

AN ELEGY Upon the immature loss of the most vertuous Lady Anne Rich

© Henry King

I envy not thy mortal triumphs, Death,
(Thou enemy to Vertue as to Breath)
Nor do I wonder much, nor yet complain
The weekly numbers by thy arrow slain.

The Lonely Sparrow

© Giacomo Leopardi

Thou from the top of yonder antique tower,

O lonely sparrow, wandering, hast gone,

Krishna Goes To The Woods

© Sant Surdas

O Krishna, darling of Gokula, awake

I have brought you milk, curd and sugar-candy come and partake of these delicacies: your pals are at the door, calling you to play; the sun has risen and it's time to go to the woods.

Amor Vitae

I love the warm bare earth and all
That works and dreams thereon:
I love the seasons yet to fall:
I love the ages gone,

Shakespeare

How oft, in Austral woods, the parting day
Has gone through western golden gates away
While sweetest Shakespeare, fancys darling child,
Warbled for me his native woodnotes wild.

Felitsa

God-like Tsarevna

Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde!

Laudabunt Alii

Let others praise, as fancy wills,
Berlin beneath her trees,
Or Rome upon her seven hills,
Or Venice by her seas;
Stamboul by double tides embraced,
Or green Damascus in the waste.

Pheidippides

First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock!
Gods of my birthplace, daemons and heroes, honour to all!
Then I name thee, claim thee for our patron, co-equal in praise
--Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with Her of the aegis and spear!
Also, ye of the bow and the buskin, praised be your peer,