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Until She Died

© Edgar Albert Guest

Until she died we never knew

The beauty of our faith in God.

The guns spell money's ultimate reason
In letters of lead on the spring hillside.
But the boy lying dead under the olive trees
Was too young and too silly
To have been notable to their important eye.
He was a better target for a kiss.

Use of Wealth to the Wise

© Theocritus

Fools! what boots the gold hid
Within doors in untold heaps?
Not so the truly wise employ their wealth;
Some give part to their own enjoyment,

Under The Banners Of Melancholy

© Millosh Gjergj Nikolla

The banners

Up'ards

© Marriott Edgar

'Twere getting dusk, one winter's night,
When up the clough there came in sight,
A lad who carried through the snow,
A banner with this 'ere motto…
'Uppards'

Upon The Death Of Sir Albert Morton's Wife

© Sir Henry Wotton

He first deceased; she for a little tried

To live without him, liked it not, and died.

Unending Love

© Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Under a Statue of Peisander, Who Wrote the Labours of Heracles

© Theocritus

He whom ye gaze on was the first
That in quaint song the deeds rehearsed
Of him whose arm was swift to smite,
Who dared the lion to the fight:

Upon A Sheet Of White Paper

© John Bunyan

This subject is unto the foulest pen,
Or fairest handled by the sons of men.
'Twill also show what is upon it writ,
Be it wisely, or nonsense for want of wit,
Each blot and blur it also will expose
To thy next readers, be they friends or foes.

Until You've Found Pain

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cure
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with
the supreme soul
Until you've found fire inside yourself, like the Friend,
You won't reach the spring of life, like Khezr.

Unwritten Books

© Henry Lawson

It always seems the same old story
No matter what grand heights are won
We die with out best work unwritten,
We die with out best work undone.

Ultima Thule: The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

University

© Karl Shapiro

To hurt the Negro and avoid the Jew

Is the curriculum. In mid-September

"Up in my room on my unmade bed"

© Lesbia Harford

Up in my room on my unmade bed
I sat and read.
There was work waiting for me below.
I didn't go.

Unrequited

Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes:
One hand among the deep curls of her brow,
I drank the girlhood of her gaze with sighs:
She never sighed, nor gave me kiss or vow.

Untimely Lost Oliver Madox Brown Born 1855; Died 1874

UPON the landscape of his coming life

A youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair:

Un Secret

Mon ame a son secret, ma vie a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
Le mal est sans espoir, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et celle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.

Unanswered Prayers

Like some school master, kind in being stern,

Who hears the children crying o'er their slates

Until The Dawn

© Edith Nesbit

WHEN head and hands and heart alike are weary;
When Hope with folded wings sinks out of sight;
When all thy striving fails to disentangle
From out wrong's skein the golden thread of right;
When all thy knowledge seems a marsh-light's glimmer,
That only shows the blackness of the night;