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En cossirer e en esmai

© Bernard de Ventadorn

En cossirer et en esmai

sui d'un amor que.m lass'e.m te,

Snowin'

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Dey is snow upon de meddahs, dey is snow upon de hill,

An' de little branch's watahs is all glistenin' an' still;

She moved through the Fair

© Padraic Colum

My young love said to me,

"My mother won't mind

Bird Raptures

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
Come darkness, moonrise, everything
That is so silent, sweet, and pale,
Come, so ye wake the nightingale.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I fled into the bosom of the night,
Leaving the Fair behind me. I had need
Of the sweet healing darkness to my sight,
As a bruise needs a poultice. And in speed

In the waters of purity, I melted like salt
Neither blasphemy, nor faith, nor conviction, nor
doubt remained.
In the center of my heart a star has appeared
And all the seven heavens have become lost in it.

To The Painted Columbine

© Jones Very

Bright image of the early years
When glowed my cheek as red as thou,
And life's dark throng of cares and fears
Were swift-winged shadows o'er my sunny brow!

The Power And Triumph Of Faith

© John Newton

Supported by the word,
Though in himself a worm,
The servant of the Lord
Can wondrous acts perform:
Without dismay he boldly treads
Where'er the path of duty leads.

Bruno The Hunter

© William Henry Drummond

You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme,
Of Bruno de hunter man,
Wit' hees wild dogs chasin' de moose an' deer,
Every day on de long, long year,
Off on de hillside far an' near,
An' down on de beeg savane?

The Warner

© Charles Baudelaire

Every man worth the name
has a yellow snake in his soul,
seated as on a throne, saying
if he cries: I want to!: No!

The Deserted Pasture

© Bliss William Carman

I love the stony pasture
That no one else will have.
The old gray rocks so friendly seem,
So durable and brave.

'If my head hurt a hair's foot'

© Dylan Thomas

'If my head hurt a hair's foot
Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath
Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.
Sooner drop with the worm of the ropes round my throat
Than bully ill love in the clouted scene.

Song. "Never, oh never more! shall I behold"

© Frances Anne Kemble

Never, oh never more! shall I behold

Thy form so fair;

Three Jolly Huntsmen

© Jessie Pope

Three jolly, old huntsmen, Joe, Jerry, Jim,
Took lunch at "The Three Cornered Hat";
Now Jerry was lanky, but Joe wasn't slim,
And Jim was delightfully fat.

Elegy III. On the Untimely Death of a Certain Learned Acquainance

If proud Pygmalion quit his cumbrous frame,
Funereal pomp the scanty tear supplies;
Whilst heralds loud, with venal voice, proclaim,
Lo! here the brave and the puissant lies.

Above The Vales

We went by ways of bygone days,
Up mountain heights of story,
Where lost in vague, historic haze,
Tradition, crowned with battle-bays,
Sat 'mid her ruins hoary.

Lali

While the summer day is hot
You and I will loaf awhile,
Lolling in a leafy spot,
Lali of the cunning smile.

The Escape of the Old Grey Squirrel

© Alfred Noyes

All the same, one never knew.
All things come to those who wait -
Isles of palm in rose and blue,
India, China and Peru,
And the Golden Gate.

Widderins Race. Australian.

"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,
The extremest verge of equine life he stands;
Yet mark his action, as those wild young colts
Freed from the stock-yard gallop whinnying up;
See how he trots towards them,--nose in air,
Tail arched, and his still sinewy legs out-thrown