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The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd version)
© John Clare
July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
"This night is irredeemable"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
This night is irredeemable.
Where you are, it is still bright.
At the gates of Jerusalem,
a black sun is alight.
Ah, Bleak And Barren Was The Moor
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Ah! bleak and barren was the moor,
Ah! loud and piercing was the storm,
"I came to live in Sophia Street"
© Lesbia Harford
I came to live in Sophia Street,
In a little house in Sophia Street
With an inch of floor
Between door and door
"All Knowledge . . . "
© Lesbia Harford
I know more about flowers,
And Pat knows about ships.
"Schooner" and "barquentine"
Are words of note on his lips.
Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear
© Robert Burns
Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!
A man of strife ye've born me:
For sair contention I maun bear;
They hate, revile, and scorn me.
The Orange Tree
© John Shaw Neilson
The young girl stood beside me.
I Saw not what her young eyes could see:
- A light, she said, not of the sky
Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.
A Vianden
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il songe. Il s'est assis rêveur sous un érable.
Entend-il murmurer la forêt vénérable ?
Regarde-t-il les fleurs ? regarde-t-il les cieux ?
Il songe. La nature au front mystérieux
On Finding A Fan
© George Gordon Byron
In one who felt as once he felt
This might, perhaps, have fann'd the flame;
But now his heart no more will melt,
Because that heart is not the same.
Lines Suggested By The Fourteenth Of February - II
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Darkness succeeds to twilight:
Through lattice and through skylight
The stars no doubt, if one looked out,
Might be observed to shine:
Recollections
© Caroline Norton
DO you remember all the sunny places,
Where in bright days, long past, we played together?
Do you remember all the old home faces
That gathered round the hearth in wintry weather?
Soneto
© Antônio Gonçalves Dias
Pensas tu, bela Anarda, que os poetas
Vivem dar, de perfumes, d'ambrosia?
Que vagando por mares dharmonia
São melhores que as próprias borboletas?
It tossedand tossed
© Emily Dickinson
It tossedand tossed
A little Brig I knewo'ertook by Blast
It spunand spun
And groped delirious, for Morn
The End Of The Drought
© Peter McArthur
LAST night we marked the twinkling stars,
This morn no dew revived the grass,
The Builders
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE
October 21, 1896
Fire, Famine, And Slaughter : A War Eclogue
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Scene a desolate Tract in la Vendee. Famine is discovered
lying on the ground; to her enter Fire and Slaughter.
Fam. Sister! sisters! who sent you here?
Slau. [to Fire.] I will whisper it in her ear.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Thus was my soul enfranchised. But anon,
With courage fired to full--fledged enterprise,
And pushing still the vantage I had won,
I sought communion with a world less wise,
The Death Of The First Born
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
COVER him over with daisies white,
And eke with the poppies red,
