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Where The Mind Is Without Fear

© Rabindranath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

The Retreat.

© Robert Crawford

Against my lonely latter years
I'll build a faery home for me
Proof against sorrow with its fears,
And age with its adversity.

Cantos Nuevos -- With Translation

© Federico Garcia Lorca

Dice la tarde: "¡Tengo sed de sombra!"
Dice la luna: "¡Yo, sed de luceros!"
La fuente cristalina pide labios
y suspira el viento.

The Heart Taken

© John Newton

The castle of the human heart
Strong in its native sin;
Is guarded well, in every part,
By him who dwells within.

Again, the year's _decline_, midst storms and floods,
The thund'ring chase, the yellow fading woods,
Invite my song; that fain would boldly tell
Of upland coverts, and the echoing dell,
By turns resounding loud, at eve and morn
The swineherd's halloo, or the huntsman's horn.

To Cruel Ocean

© Victor Marie Hugo

Where are the hapless shipmen?--disappeared,

Gone down, where witness none, save Night, hath been,

Our Heritage

© William Henry Ogilvie

This is our heritage; the far-flung grass,

The golden stubble and the dark-red moor;

Incidents in the life of my Uncle Arly

© Edward Lear

O my aged Uncle Arly!

Sitting on a heap of Barley

And So I've Found My Native Country...

© Attila Jozsef

And so I've found my native country,
that soil the gravedigger will frame,
where they who write the words above me
do not for once misspell my name.

Trilogy Of Passion 02 Elegy

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WHAT hope of once more meeting is there now
In the still-closed blossoms of this day?
Both heaven and hell thrown open seest thou;
What wav'ring thoughts within the bosom play
No longer doubt! Descending from the sky,
She lifts thee in her arms to realms on high.

The Mountains Are A Lonely Folk

© Hamlin Garland

The mountains they are silent folk

They stand afaralone,

William and Helen

© Sir Walter Scott

I.
From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
And eyed the dawning red:
"Alas, my love, thou tarriest long!
O art thou false or dead?"-

The Clue

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Life from sunned peak, witched wood, and flowery dell
A hundred ways the eager spirit wooes,
To roam, to dream, to conquer, to rebel:
Yet in its ear a voice cries ever, Choose!

Over And Done

© Edith Nesbit

WE might have held back from Love's draught divine

For many a wistful sad-and-happy day,

March

With outstretched whirring wings of van-dyked jet,

Two crows one day o'er house and pavement pass'd.

Love Gustatory

Myrtilla, I have seen you eat--
Have heard you drink, to be precise--
Your soup, and, notwithstanding, sweet,
The gurgitation wasn't nice,
I overlooked a tiny fault
Like that with just a grain of salt.

Old Mates

. I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
My swag ain't too heavy to carry, but then I begin to get old.
I came through this way to the diggings - how long will that be ago now?
Thirty years! how the country has altered, and miles of it under the plough,
And Jack was my mate on the journey - we both run away from the sea;
He's got on in the world and I haven't, and now he looks sideways on me.