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Mother Hubbard

© William Henry Ogilvie

The south wind was whispering low in the firs,

A pale sun was gilding the curve of the hill

Hypnos, God of Sleep

© Adelaide Crapsey

The shadowy boy of night

Crosses the dusking land;

Epitaph On A Jacobite

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

To my true king I offered free from stain

Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.

On Landing At Ostend

© William Lisle Bowles

The orient beam illumes the parting oar;--

From yonder azure track, emerging white,

Hymn. To Light

© Abraham Cowley

First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come
From the old Negro's darksome womb!
Which, when it saw the lovely child,
The melancholy mass put on kind looks and smiled,

A La Gracia Primitiva De Las Aldeanas

Hambre y sed padezco: Siempre me he negado
A satisfacerlas en los turbadores
gozos de ciudades flores de pecado.
Esta hambre de amores y esta sed de ensueño
Que se satisfagan en el ignorado
Grupo de muchachas de un lugar pequeño.

With a Valentine

© Louis Zukofsky

Hear her
(Clear mirror)
Care.
His error.
In her care --
Is clear.

Praise Of Ysolt

© Ezra Pound

In vain have I striven,
to teach my heart to bow;
In vain have I said to him
'There be many singers greater than thou'.

To

© Charles Harpur

LONG ere I knew theeyears of loveless days
A Shape would gather from my dreams and pour
The soul-sweet influence of its gentle gaze
Into my being, thrilling it to the core,
Then would I wake, with lonely heart to pine
For that nocturnal image:it was thine!

Sonnets Of The Blood II

© Allen Tate

Near to me as perfection in the blood

And more mysterious far, is this, my brother:

A une jeune fille

© Victor Marie Hugo

Vous qui ne savez pas combien l'enfance est belle,
Enfant ! n'enviez point notre âge de douleurs,
Où le coeur tour à tour est esclave et rebelle,
Où le rire est souvent plus triste que vos pleurs.

A Vision

© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder,
When universal silence o'er the whole world lies
And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder,
Into the sanctuary of the skies.

Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days)

© Harry Kemp

All hands on deck, below there!
The storm is coming soon,
The clouds tramp on in panic
Across the swirling moon.

True Beauty

© Francis Beaumont

May I find a woman fair,
And her mind as clear as air,
If her beauty go alone,
'Tis to me as if't were none.

Discredited

Three million women without mates
In lonely homes on earth!
And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
Where many a spirit ego waits
Its call again to birth.

Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of 'Obermann'

In front the awful Alpine track
Crawls up its rocky stair;
The autumn storm-winds drive the rack,
Close o'er it, in the air.

Pruning Flowering Gums

One summer day, along the street,
Men pruned the gums
To make them neat.
The tender branches, white with flowers,

The Lost Wife

In the daytime, maybe, your heart's not breaking,
For there's the sun and the sky and working
And the neighbors to give you a word or hear you,
But, ah, the long nights when the wind comes shaking
The cold, black curtain, pulling and jerking,
And no one there in the bed to be near you.

Satyr XI. The Court

What greater dangers can be mett with there
Where lions rage & dragons poison air
With open forces to destroy they run
& can be shunnd because they can be known
But at ye court the Lions like the deer
& dragons like the gentle lambs appear