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The Gossips
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
And the dark, handsome Bee, with his cloak o'er his shoulder,
Came swift through the sunlight and kissed the sad Rose,
And whispered: "My darling, I've roved the world over,
And you are the loveliest flower that grows."
The Unpardonable Sin
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I do not cry, beloved, neither curse.
Silence and strength, these two at least are good.
He gave me sun and start and aught He could,
But not a woman's love; for that is hers.
Here In This spring
© Dylan Thomas
Here in this spring, stars float along the void;
Here in this ornamental winter
Down pelts the naked weather;
This summer buries a spring bird.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
It is not true the dead unhonoured were
If they returned to life. Nay, claim thine own,
And see how gladly I, thy ``thankless heir,''
Sonnet On The American War. "She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all"
© Frances Anne Kemble
She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all
Its weary workers! gazing from afar
The Muses Threnodie: Sixth Muse
© Henry Adamson
From thence we passing by the Windy Gowle,
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle,
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoull,
Where did we shoot at many fox and fowl.
Sonnet XXIV: These Sorrowing Sighs
© Samuel Daniel
These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy;
These tears, which heat of sacred flame distills;
Rime 104
© Gaspara Stampa
O night to me more splendid and more blessed
Than the most blessed and most splendid of days,
Night worthy of the most exalted praise,
Not just of mine, unworthy and distressed,
Le Satyre Et La Flute
© André Marie de Chénier
Toi, de Mopsus ami! Non loin de Bérécynthe,
Certain satyre, un jour, trouva la flûte sainte
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 OClock Poems)
© Nazim Hikmet
Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
as my fortieth year passes...
Scarecrow in the hillock
© Matsuo Basho
Scarecrow in the hillock
Paddy field --
How unaware! How useful.
One Country
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
ONE country! Treason's writhing asp
Struck madly at her girdle's clasp,
The Victory
© Robert Southey
Hark--how the church-bells thundering harmony
Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,
It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King
© Robert Burns
It was a' for our rightfu' king
That we left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu' king
We e'er saw Irish land, my dear,
We e'er saw Irish land.
Blind Horses
© Robinson Jeffers
The proletariat for your Messiah, the poor and many are to
seize power and make the world new.
Sonnet XIII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
When I should be asleep to mine own voice
In telling thee how much thy love's my dream,
The Bards, To The Soldiers Of Caractacus
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Spark of freedom, blaze on high!
Wilt thou quiver? shalt thou die?
Never, never! holy fire!
Mount, irradiate! beam, aspire!
