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On Inishmaan: Isles Of Aran

© Arthur Symons

In the twilight of the year,
Here, about these twilight ways,
When the grey moth night drew near,
Fluttering on a faint flying,
I would linger out the day's
Delicate and moth-grey dying.

It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw,
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
Their knickers are made of crepe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python,
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bison.

Epigram On My Wedding- Day To Penelope

© George Gordon Byron

This day, of all our days, has done
The worst for me and you :-
'Tis just six years since we were one,
And five since we were two.

Here Pause: The Poet Claims At Least This Praise

© William Wordsworth

HERE pause: the poet claims at least this praise,
That virtuous Liberty hath been the scope
Of his pure song, which did not shrink from hope
In the worst moment of these evil days;

The Love Letter

© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov

Letter of love so strangely thrilling

With all your countless wonder yet,

If Only I Had Known

© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

If only I had known, had realised,

I would not have looked out of the window

Our Own Again

© Thomas Osborne Davis

I.

Let the coward shrink aside,

Not To Be

© Augusta Davies Webster

THE rose said "Let but this long rain be past,
And I shall feel my sweetness in the sun
And pour its fullness into life at last."
But when the rain was done,
But when dawn sparkled through unclouded air,
She was not there.

When We Are All Asleep

© William Cosmo Monkhouse

WHEN He returns, and finds the world so drear,

All sleeping, young and old, unfair and fair,

The PLA Captures Nanjing

© Mao Zedong

Over Zhong Mountain swept a storm, headlong,

Our mighty army, a million strong, has crossed the Great River.

The Woman

© Madison Julius Cawein

WITH her fair face she made my heaven,
Beneath whose stars and moon and sun
I worshiped, praying, having striven,
For wealth through which she might be won.

To The Right Hon. The Earl of Orrery, On His Promise To Sup With The Author.

© Mary Barber

Tho' the Muse had deny'd me so often before,
I ventur'd this Day to invoke her once more.
She ask'd what I wanted; I said, with Delight,
Your Lordship had promis'd to sup here To--night;
That on an Occasion so much to my Honour,
I hop'd she'd excuse me for calling upon her.

Ghazal 3

© Daagh Dehlvi

na maza hai dushmani main na hai lutf dosti main
koi gair gair hota koi yar yar hota

My Dream

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

What can it mean? you ask. I answer not
For meaning, but myself must echo, What?
And tell it as I saw it on the spot.

The Future Of Australia

The fireside carols and battle rhymes,
And romaunt of the knightly ring;
And the chant with hint of cathedral chimes,
Of him made blind to sing.

Romero

"Here will I make my home--for here at least I see,
Upon this wild Sierra's side, the steps of Liberty;
Where the locust chirps unscared beneath the unpruned lime,
And the merry bee doth hide from man the spoil of the mountain thyme;
Where the pure winds come and go, and the wild vine gads at will,
An outcast from the haunts of men, she dwells with Nature still.

A Roman Winter-Piece

© Eugene Field

See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow,
Soracte mocks the sullen sky;
How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed,
And chained with frost the rivers lie.

Echo.

Here, Echo, was thy reign of old,
Among these hills, a mystic crowd
Whose thunder rolled
When they speak loud

The Adventures Of Little Bob Bonnyface

(Don't you think that his was a wretched plight?
Just picture a boy from a bird in flight!
His heart and his knee-joints weak with fright.)

Love Sonnet XXVIII

My Poet, let the tempest rise once more,
Until from spirit out of spirit, wise
And free, we draw our own youth back again
My dimpled chin, your eyes; and learn the lore
Of everlasting life and all emprise
From the sweet child that comes to us through pain.