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Days Of Our Years

© John Frederick Nims

Its brief and bright, dear children; bright and brief.

Delights the lightning; the long thunders grief.

Sonnet 1

© Richard Barnfield

Sporting at fancie, setting light by loue,

There came a theefe, and stole away my heart

Stanzas For Music

© William Lisle Bowles

I trust the happy hour will come,
That shall to peace thy breast restore;
And that we two, beloved friend,
Shall one day meet to part no more.

The Three Fates

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Up in the cave of the wind
Bent with their difficult years
In mocking laughter they sit,
Old Distaff, Spindle, and Shears.

A Parson's Letter To A Young Poet

They said: "We, rich by him, are rich by more;
One Aeschylus found watchfires on a hill
That lit Old Night's three daughters to their work;
When the forlorn Fate leaned to their red light
And sat a-spinning, to her feet he came
And marked her till she span off all her thread.

The Water Lady

© Thomas Hood

Alas, the moon should ever beam
To show what man should never see!
I saw a maiden on a stream,
And fair was she!

Ζωές (Lives)

© Kostas Karyotakis

And so they go and die the same way they live.
I speak of lives given to the light
of serene love, and while they flow
like streams, they keep that light inside

2 Flies

© Charles Bukowski

The flies are angry bits of life;
why are they so angry?
it seems they want more,
it seems almost as if they

Nora: A Serenade

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

AH, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away,

While Night like a spirit steals up o'er the hills;

Parvenu

© Vachel Lindsay

Where does Cinderella sleep?
By far-off day-dream river.
A secret place her burning Prince
Decks, while his heart-strings quiver.

Breitmann In Belgium. Spa.

© Charles Godfrey Leland

VHEN sommer drees shake fort deir leafs,
Ash maids shake out deir locks,
Und singen mit de rifulets,
Vitch ripplen round de rocks,

Faithful In Vanity-Fair

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

THE great human whirlpool--'t is seething and seething:
On! No time for shrieking out--scarcely for breathing:
All toiling and moiling, some feebler, some bolder,
But each sees a fiend-face grim over his shoulder:
Thus merrily live they in Vanity-fair.

Through Sleepy-Land

© James Whitcomb Riley

Where do you go when you go to sleep,
Little Boy! Little Boy! where?
'Way--'way in where's Little Bo-Peep,
And Little Boy Blue, and the Cows and Sheep
A-wandering 'way in there;--in there--
A-wandering 'way in there!

Ferdinando and Elvira

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Then we let off paper crackers, each of which contained a motto,
And she listened while I read them, till her mother told her not
to.

To The Don

Through the Steppes, see there he glances!
Silent flood glad hailed by me,--
Thy far distant sons do proffer
Through me, greeting fond to thee!

The Old Swimmer

I OFTEN wander on the beach
Where once, so brown of limb,
The biting air, the roaring surf
Summoned me to swim.

The Boy And The Brook. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan)

Down from yon distant mountain height
The brooklet flows through the village street;
A boy comes forth to wash his hands,
Washing, yes washing, there he stands,
In the water cool and sweet.

The Arrival Of The Bee Box

© Sylvia Plath

I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.

A Swinburnian Interlude

Short space shall be hereafter
Ere April brings the hour
Of weeping and of laughter,
Of sunshine and of shower,

Peruvian Tales: Cora, Tale VI

The troops of ALMAGRO and ALPHONSO meet on the plain of CUZCO -. MANCO -CAPAC attacks them by nights-His army is defeated, and he is forced to fly with its scattered remains-CORA goes in search of him- Her infant in her arms-Overcome with fatigue, she rests at the foot of a mountain-An earthquake-A band of Indians fly to the mountain for shelter-CORA discovers her husband-Their interview-Her death -He escapes with his infant-ALMAGRO claims a share of the spoils of Cuzco-His contention with PIZARRO -The Spaniards destroy each other-ALMAGRO is taken prisoner, and put to death-His soldiers, in revenge, assassinate PIZARRO in his palace-LAS CASAS dies-The annual festival of the PERUVIANS -Their victories over the Spaniards in Chili-A wish for the restoration of their liberty-Conclusion.