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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: V

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I had been an hour at Lyons. My breath comes
Fast when I think of it. An hour, no more,
I trod those streets and listened to the drums,
The mirth, the music, and the city's roar,

The Sin Of Omission

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

It isn't the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone

Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge

© William Wordsworth

. Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,

With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned-

The Poem Of Imru al Qays

© Imru al Qays Ibn Hujr

I said to the wolf, "You gather as little wealth, as little prosperity as I.
What either of us gains he gives away. So do we remain thin."

Uncle Jim's Baptist Revival Hymn

© Sidney Lanier

Solo. - Sin's rooster's crowed, Ole Mahster's riz,
De sleepin'-time is pas';
Wake up dem lazy Baptissis,
Chorus. - Dey's mightily in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.

Sensation (Bodh)

© Jibanananda Das

As I take my place among other beings
Am I becoming estranged and alone
Because of my mannerisms?
Is there just an optical illusion?
Are there only obstacles in my path?

Song III

© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

Have mercy on me, my Lord,
For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.

Sonnet VIII: If your eyes were not the color of the moon

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking - continued about 26
hours later ]
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,

Prologue from Preparatory Meditations Before My Approach to The Lord's Supper

© Edward Taylor

Lord, can a crumb of dust the earth outweigh,
Outmatch all mountains, nay the crystal sky?
Imbosom in't designs that shall display
And trace into the boundless deity?
Yea, hand a pen whose moisture doth gild o'er
Eternal glory with a glorious glore.

Little Andrew

© Julia A Moore

Air - "Gypsy's Warning"

Andrew was a little infant,

Kensington Garden

© Thomas Tickell

Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring lands

Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,

Hope Is A Tattered Flag

© Carl Sandburg

Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.

Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.

A Dead March

PLAY me a march, low-tond and slowa march for a silent tread,

Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams of the silent dead,

Latakia

O Love, if you were only here
Beside me in this mellow light,
Though all the bitter winds should blow,
And all the ways be choked with snow,
'Twould be a true Arabian night!

Opportunity

So long as men shall be on earth
There will be tasks for them to do,
Some way for them to show their worth;
Each day shall bring its problems new.

Poetry: A Metrical Essay, Read Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard

Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!
Ray of the past, if yet thou canst appear,
Break through the clouds of Fancyâs waning year;
Chase from her breast the thin autumnal snow,
If leaf or blossom still is fresh below!

In an Almshouse

They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.