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I Shall Not Forget

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,
But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;
And the strong hands of Time are too feeble and slender
To garland the grave that is made in my heart.

The House Of Judgement

© Oscar Wilde

And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I
have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou
didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images,

In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,
When the laborers turn them homeward, and the weary have their will,
When the censers of the roses o'er the forest aisles are shaken,
Is it but the wind that cometh o'er the far green hill?

The Sin Of Omission

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

It isn't the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone

Adieu

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

WAVING whispering trees,

What do you say to the breeze

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 Bat

© Theodore Roethke

For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.

Yesterday And To-Morrow

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

YESTERDAY I held your hand,

Reverently I pressed it,

Becs Birth-Day Nov. 8, 1726

© Jonathan Swift

This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;
Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.
She chose a thread of greatest length,
And doubly twisted it for strength:

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."

The Death Of Huss

© Alfred Austin

In the streets of Constance was heard the shout,
``Masters! bring the arch-heretic out!''
The stake had been planted, the faggots spread,
And the tongues of the torches flickered red.
``Huss to the flames!'' they fiercely cried:
Then the gate of the Convent opened wide.

Petrarch to Laura

© Mary Darby Robinson

"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."

Out Of The Silence

© George Essex Evans

And as beneath the viewless angels wing
Bethesdas pool was stirred,
My heart is troubled by the mystic word
Of one who through my soul and lips would sing.

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.

The Love Of Loves

I have not seen her face, and yet

She is more sweet than any thing

Deus Absconditus

SINCE Thou dost clothe Thyself to-day in cloud,

Lord God in heaven, and no voice low or loud

Sensation (Bodh)

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

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

© Pablo Neruda

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,