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An Anglers Wish

© Henry Van Dyke

I
WHEN tulips bloom in Union Square,
And timid breaths of vernal air
Go wandering down the dusty town,
Like children lost in Vanity Fair;

Human Life

© Samuel Rogers

An hour like this is worth a thousand passed
In pomp or ease - 'Tis present to the last!
Years glide away untold - 'Tis still the same!
As fresh, as fair as on the day it came!

Thespis: Act II

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury

Tori Soorat Kay Balihaari

© Amir Khusro

Tori soorat kay balihaari, Nijaam
Tori soorat kay balihaari.
Sab sakhiyan mein chundar meri mailee,
Dekh hansain nar naari, Nijaam........

The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart

Now is the time when India is gay
With wedding parties; and the radiant throngs
Seem like a scattered rainbow taking part
In human pleasures. Dressed in bright array,
They fling upon the bride their wreaths of songs-
The Little Lady of the Bullock Cart.

Krishna Wanting The Moon

© Sant Surdas

Mother, the moon I want as my toy.

I will roll on the floor,

Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire

© Alfred Austin

I

``River rolling past the grey

A Wedding In War-Time

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Our God who made two lovers in a garden,

And smote them separate and set them free,

Home, Wounded

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Wheel me into the sunshine,
Wheel me into the shadow,
There must be leaves on the woodbine,
Is the king-cup crowned in the meadow?

She moved through the Fair

© Padraic Colum

My young love said to me,

"My mother won't mind

On Deck

© Sylvia Plath

Midnight in the mid-Atlantic. On deck.
Wrapped up in themselves as in thick veiling
And mute as mannequins in a dress shop,
Some few passangers keep track
Of the old star-map on the ceiling.
Tiny and far, a single ship

The Romance Of Britomarte ~~~

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",
And let us make merry to-night, my men.
Aye, those were the days when my beard was black -
I like to remember them now and then -

Ode To Tomatoes

© Pablo Neruda

The street
filled with tomatoes,
midday,
summer,

Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation

I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare strand
Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand,

Temptation

I WOULD like to wed your daughter," said the multi-millionaire,
"I will try to make her happy; if I don't you needn't care;
She shall have five million dollars just the minute we are married;
Say the word and I will take her"but the maiden's father tarried.