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When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt (fragment)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt-
A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing
But made Tranquillity a conscious Thing-
And wheeling round and round in sportive coil
Fann'd the calm air upon the brow of Toil-
Ichabod
© Robert Fuller Murray
Gone is the glory from the hills,
The autumn sunshine from the mere,
Which mourns for the declining year
In all her tributary rills.
Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris
© Publius Vergilius Maro
LYCIDAS
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?
For The New Year
© Edith Nesbit
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty,
The fair new year its promise gave;
Not Here
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?
The Kneisel Quartet
© John Jay Chapman
HAPPY the man who with steadfast devotion
Walks through the turmoil where passions are rife,
Feeding one flame of enduring emotion,
Bearing unshattered the urn of his life.
Arab Songs
© Padraic Colum
Men come to me : one says
'We have given your verses praise,
And we will keep your name abreast of the newer names;
But you must make what accords
With poems that are household words
Your own: write familiar things; to your hundred add a score.'
For He Was Scotch, and So Was She
© Jean Blewett
THEY were a couple well content
With what they earned and what they spent,
Cared not a whit for style's decree
For he was Scotch, and so was she.
Das Aufgehobene Gebot
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Elise.
Siehst du Wein im Glase blinken,
Lerne von mir deine Pflicht:
Trinken kannst du, du kannst trinken;
Doch betrinke dich nur nicht.
The Sick Lion and the Ass
© Jonathan Swift
Rebukes are easy from our betters,
From men of quality and letters;
But when low dunces will affront,
What man alive can stand the brunt?
The Sunset of Romanticism
© Charles Baudelaire
How beautiful a new sun is when it rises,
flashing out its greeting, like an explosion!
- Happy, whoever hails with sweet emotion
its descent, nobler than a dream, to our eyes!
The Great Cities
© Henry Van Dyke
How wonderful are the cities that man hath builded:
Their walls are compacted of heavy stones,
And their lofty towers rise above the tree-tops.
The Dying Lover
© John Wilmot
I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
Sonnet LV: Stillborn Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The hour which might have been yet might not be,
Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore
Thoughts
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I gave my thoughts a golden peach,
A silver citron tree;
They clustered dumbly out of reach
And would not sing for me.
A Rejected Lover
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
You "never loved me," Ada. These slow words
Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue
Out of your true and kindly woman-heart,
Fell, piercing into mine like very swords
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Perversity
If It Should Come To Be
© William Ernest Henley
If it should come to be,
This proof of you and me,
This type and sign
Of hours that smiled and shone,
And yet seemed dead and gone
As old-world wine:
