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The Dark Companion

© James Brunton Stephens

There is an orb that mocked the lore of sages
Long time with mystery of strange unrest;
The steadfast law that rounds the starry ages
Gave doubtful token of supreme behest.

Evening Twilight

© Charles Baudelaire

Heres the criminals friend, delightful evening:
come like an accomplice, with a wolfs loping:
slowly the skys vast vault hides each feature,
and restless man becomes a savage creature.

The Vision Of Judgment

© George Gordon Byron

I.

Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate:

A Life's Story

© Edith Nesbit

THE morning broke in a pearly haze,
Then the east grew duskly red:
'Oh, my only day, oh, my day of days,
To-day he will come,' I said.

Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts

A Meeting

© Edith Wharton

On a sheer peak of joy we meet;
Below us hums the abyss;
Death either way allures our feet
If we take one step amiss.

Decalogue Of The Artist

© Gabriela Mistral

V. You shall not seek beauty at carnival or fair
or offer your work there, for beauty is virginal
and is not to be found at carnival or fair.

The Kitten And Falling Leaves

© William Wordsworth

That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty baby-show!
See the kitten on the wall,

Try the ranks of wealth and fashion, ask the rich and well-to-do,
With their nurseries and their nurses and their children one and two,
Will they help us bear the burden?but their purse-proud lips are dumb.
Let us earn a decent livingand the bairns will come.

Bill and Jim Fall Out

© Henry Lawson

Bill believed the Bible story re the origin of him
He was sober, he was steady, he was orthodox; while Jim,
Who, we grieve to state, was always getting into drunken scrapes,
Held that man degenerated from degenerated apes.

The Song Of The Builder

© Edgar Albert Guest

I sink my piers to the solid rock,
And I send my steel to the sky,
And I pile up the granite, block by block
Full twenty stories high;
Nor wind nor weather shall wash away
The thing that I've builded, day by day.

Gnothi Seauton

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Then bear thyself, O man!
Up to the scale and compass of thy guest;
Soul of thy soul.
Be great as doth beseem
The ambassador who bears
The royal presence where he goes.

The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02:

© Conrad Aiken

More towers must yet be builtmore towers destroyed

Great rocks hoisted in air;

Past And Future

© John Kenyon

Might well have marvelled what such form should mean.
But of that gray-haired group, which clustered round,
Not one there was but knew the nameand sighed
Whenaskingit was answered them "Regret."

An Hymne of Heavenly Love

Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings
From this base world unto thy heavens hight,
Where I may see those admirable things
Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,