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An Anglers Wish

© Henry Van Dyke

I
WHEN tulips bloom in Union Square,
And timid breaths of vernal air
Go wandering down the dusty town,
Like children lost in Vanity Fair;

It's_Got_To Be

© James Whitcomb Riley

It's _got_ to be, and it's _goin'_ to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o' say in a hearty way,--
"Well, it's _got_ to be. Good-by!"

TO Mr. Samuel Brooke

© John Donne

O THOU which to search out the secret parts

Of the India, or rather Paradise

To A Friend In Distress (Translated From Owen)

© William Cowper

I wish thy lot, now bad, still worse, my friend;

For when at worst, they say, things always mend.

Socks

© Jessie Pope

Shining pins that dart and click
In the firesides sheltered peace
Check the thoughts the cluster thick -
20 plain and then decrease.

Sonnet IX. To Priestley

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Tho' roused by that dark Visir riot rude
Have driven our Priestly o'er the ocean swell;
Tho' Superstition and her wolfish brood
Bay his mild radiance, impotent and fell;

No te tardes que me muero

© Juan del Encina

No te tardes que me muero,
carcelero,
no te tardes que me muero.

Cantos de Vida y Esperanza

© Rubén Dario

I
Yo soy aquel que ayer no más decía
el verso azul y la canción profana,
en cuya noche un ruiseñor había
que era alondra de luz por la mañana.

Love Is Strong

© Richard Francis Burton

A VIEWLESS thing is the wind,

But its strength is mightier far

Le Masque (The Mask)

© Charles Baudelaire

Mais pourquoi pleure-t-elle? Elle, beauté parfaite,
Qui mettrait à ses pieds le genre humain vaincu,
Quel mal mystérieux ronge son flanc d'athlète?

The New Cake Of Soap

© Ezra Pound

Lo, how it gleams and glistens in the sun

Like the cheek of a Chesterton.

I'm going to be a pirate with a bright brass pivot-gun,
And an island in the Spanish Main beyond the setting sun,
And a silver flagon full of red wine to drink when work is done,
Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger, like a tarry Buccaneer.

The Guardian Of The Red Disk

© Emma Lazarus

Spoken by a Citizen of Malta-1300.

A curious title held in high repute,

Once

I SET a lily long ago;

I watched it whiten in the sun;

Clash In Arms Of The Achaians And Trojans

[Iliad, B. XIV. V. 394]

Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle,

Sonnet XLI : Through Death to Love

Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to flee

From winds that sweep the winter-bitten wold,

The Miller's Maid

Near the high road upon a winding stream
An honest Miller rose to Wealth and Fame:
The noblest Virtues cheer'd his lengthen'd days,
And all the Country echo'd with his praise:
His Wife, the Doctress of the neighb'ring Poor,
Drew constant pray'rs and blessings round his door.