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Omar

© James Weldon Johnson

Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may be
That, after all, you found the magic key
To life and all its mystery, and I
Must own you have almost persuaded me.

The Rose has flushed Red

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

But to thee, oh Hafiz, to thee, oh Tongue
That speaks through the mouth of the slender reed,
What thanks to thee when thy verses speed
From lip to lip, and the song thou hast sung?

To Helen - 1848

© Edgar Allan Poe

I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago:
I must not say how many &mdash but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,

Thou art more kind than mother dear

© Sant Tukaram

Thou art more kind than mother dear,
More soothing than the rays of moon
Thy love an ever flowing tide,
Sinks deeper than a common stream

Pictures On Enamel

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

When Astraled was lying, like to die
Of love's green sickness, all his bed was strown
With buds of crocus and anemone,
For other flowers yet were barely none,

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep."

Duellum (The Duel)

© Charles Baudelaire

Deux guerriers ont couru l'un sur l'autre, leurs armes
Ont éclaboussé l'air de lueurs et de sang.
Ces jeux, ces cliquetis du fer sont les vacarmes
D'une jeunesse en proie à l'amour vagissant.

Defeat

© Edgar Albert Guest

No one is beat till he quits,
No one is through till he stops,
No matter how hard Failure hits,
No matter how often he drops,
A fellow's not down till he lies
In the dust and refuses to rise

Romaunt Of The Oak

© Madison Julius Cawein

"I rode to death, for I fought for shame--

The Lady Maurine of noble name,

Burlesque

© Samuel Johnson

The tender infant, meek and mild,
Fell down upon the stone:
The nurse took p the squealing child,
But still the child squeal'd on.

Spring Twilight

© Madison Julius Cawein

The sun set late, and left along the West
One furious ruby rare, whose rosy rays
Poured in a slumb'rous cloud's pear-curdled breast,
Blossomed to peachy sprays.

Miss Edith Makes Another Friend

© Francis Bret Harte

Oh, you're the girl lives on the corner? Come in--if you want to--

come quick!

On Rupert Brooke

© Frances Darwin Cornford

A young Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.

Written In A Seat At Stoke Park, Near The Vicararage-House, Then Inhabited By The Author, And Comman

Not with more joy from the loud tempest's roar,

The dangerous billow, and more dangerous shore,

Rimas LXXV

?Sera verdad que cuando toca el sueno
Con sus dedos de rosa nuestros ojos
De la carcel que habita huye el espiritu
En vuelo presuroso?

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02:

© Conrad Aiken

One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.