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Where found Love his yesterday?"
© Augusta Davies Webster
WHERE found Love his yesterday?
When is Love's to-morrow? say.
Love has only now.
We can swear it, we who stand
In Love's present, hand in hand,
Thou and I, dear, I and thou.
Written For One In Sore Pain
© George MacDonald
Shepherd, on before thy sheep,
Hear thy lamb that bleats behind!
Scarce the track I stumbling keep!
Through my thin fleece blows the wind!
What shall it profit?
© William Dean Howells
IF I lay waste and wither up with doubt
The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith
With Stopwatch In Hand
© Karl Kraus
Berlin, 22 September 1916.
On 17 September one of our
submarines sank a fully
loaded enemy troop transport
in the Mediterranean. The
ship went down in 43 seconds.
Western Camps
© Roderic Quinn
THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,
Night was around them and flaring lamps:
"Here's to the tried and true and sifted;
Here's to the flotsam tossed and drifted;
WordsFor A Nursery
© Sylvia Plath
Rosebud, knot of worms,
Heir of the first five
Shapers, I open:
Five moony crescents
Women Before A Shop
© Ezra Pound
The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.
'Like to like nature': these agglutinous yellows!
Words To An Irish Air
© Aline Murray Kilmer
IF I had a lover, now, who would he be?
Yourself with your laughter, your gay gallantry?
Yet I'd know when you kissed me your heart was not mine
But kneeling in tears at a lost lady's shrine.
When We're All Alike
© Edgar Albert Guest
I've trudged life's highway up and down;
I've watched the lines of men march by;
Wild Asters
© Sara Teasdale
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
We Must Not Fail
© Thomas Osborne Davis
We must not fail, we must not fail,
However fraud or force assail;
By honour, pride, and policy,
By Heaven itself!--we must be free.
Winter Trees
© Sylvia Plath
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
When The Drums Shall Cease To Beat
© Edgar Albert Guest
When will the laughter ring again in the way that it used to do?
Not till the soldiers come home again, not till the war is through.
When will the holly gleam again and the Christmas candles burn?
Not till the swords are sheathed once more and the brave of our land return.
Windy Night (Haoyar Rat)
© Jibanananda Das
My heart filled with the scent of a vast green grassy veldt,
With horizon-flooding blazing sunlight scent,
With the restless, massive, vibrant, woolly outburst of darkness,
Like growls of an aroused tigress,
With life's untamable blue intoxication!
Windsor Forest
© Alexander Pope
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
