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Shakespeare's Sonnets: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn

© William Shakespeare

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing,In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith tornIn vowing new hate after new love bearing

Shakespeare's Sonnets: How careful was I when I took my way

How careful was I, when I took my way,Each trifle under truest bars to thrustThat to my use it might un-usèd stayFrom hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust;But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,Art left the prey of every vulgar thief

Shakespeare's Sonnets: As a decrepit father takes delight

© William Shakespeare

As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youthSo I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth

Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there

© William Shakespeare

Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and thereAnd made my self a motley to the view,Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,Made old offences of affections new

The Ride to Melrose

© Sir Walter Scott

CANTO I

Marmion: Canto 6

© Sir Walter Scott

Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower,To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp'd on Flodden edge:The white pavilions made a show,Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge

Lest We Forget

© Scott Francis Reginald

The British troops at the DardanellesWere blown to bits by British shells

Youth and Calm

© Matthew Arnold

'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,

And ease from shame, and rest from fear.

The Old Sampler

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Out of the way, in a corner Of our dear old attic room,Where bunches of herbs from the hillside Shake ever a faint perfume,An oaken chest is standing, With hasp and padlock and key,Strong as the hands that made it On the other side of the sea

The Puzzle Factory

© Rowley Rosemarie

1. Admission

The Humours of the Seminarian's House

© Rowley Rosemarie

Not in our fall, O Lord, but in Your graceIs living done each day instead of dying;A portion of our day makes up time's raceAnd absolute grandeur is signified by trying.

Flight into Reality

© Rowley Rosemarie

Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury

Icon !

© Majeed Amjad

Where is she … ?!

That girl who stood on these ramparts years ago

Tristesse

Lost is my strength, my mirth, the joy intense Of very life, the comrades and the zest; -- All, even to my pride, that unsuppressedHad wrought my spirit to self-confidence

White Flock

Copyright Anna Akhmatova
Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com)
Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html

My Last Will

When I am safely laid away,Out of work and out of play,Sheltered by the kindly groundFrom the world of sight and sound,One or two of those I leaveWill remember me and grieve,Thinking how I made them gayBy the things I used to say;-- But the crown of their distressWill be my untidiness