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Sonnet XXXI.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written on Farm Wood, South Downs, May 1784.
SPRING'S dewy hand on this fair summit weaves
The downy grass, with tufts of Alpine flowers,
And shades the beechen slopes with tender leaves,
Genius
© Victor Marie Hugo
Woe unto him! the child of this sad earth,
Who, in a troubled world, unjust and blind,
Roses
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May,
When blossoms and bird-song are rife;
Oh, joy for the season, and joy for the day,
That gave me the roses of life, of life,
That gave me the roses of life.
Fragment: Such Hope, As Is The Sick Despair Of Good
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good,
Such fear, as is the certainty of ill,
Such doubt, as is pale Expectations food
Turned while she tastes to poison, when the will
Is powerless, and the spirit...
Twenty Gallons of Sleep
© Agnes Louise Storrie
MEASURE me out from the fathomless tun
That somewhere or other you keep
Between the Sunken Sun and the New Moon
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BETWEEN the sunken sun and the new moon,
I stood in fields through which a rivulet ran
Recipe For A Hippopotamus Sandwich
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
A hippo sandwich is easy to make.
All you do is simply take
Celia
© Alexander Pope
Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
Yet Celia's face is seventeen;
Thus winter in her breast must live,
While summer in her face is seen.
Off Riviere Du Loup
© Duncan Campbell Scott
O ship incoming from the sea
With all your cloudy tower of sail,
Dashing the water to the lee,
And leaning grandly to the gale,
Limerick: There was an Old Person of Ischia
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier;
He dance hornpipes and jigs,
And ate thousands of figs,
That lively Old Person of Ischia.
On A Summers Day
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
When high noon on a summers day
makes the sky a fiery furnace
and the heart seeks a quiet corner for dreams,
then come to me, my weary friend.
To Boris Pilnyak
© Boris Pasternak
Ah, don't I know that, groping in the gloom,
Night would not find its way out of the dark?
Am I monster who the millions' doom
Would shrug away for a few hundreds' luck?
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto XII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes
I The Married Lover
O Navio Negreiro part 5 (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Senhor Deus dos desgraçados!
Dizei-me vós, Senhor Deus!
On Revisiting a Scene of Early Life
© Alaric Alexander Watts
It is the same clear dazzling scene,
Perhaps the grass is scarce as green;
Perhaps the river's troubled voice,
Does not so plainly say âRejoice.â ~ W. B. PROCTER.
The Suicide
© James Weldon Johnson
For fifty years,
Cruel, insatiable Old World.
You have punched me over the heart
Till you made me cough blood.
Loves Harvest
© Alfred Austin
Nay, do not quarrel with the seasons, dear,
Nor make an enemy of friendly Time.
