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Sonnet XLVI. Tennyson 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
HOW grand he would have stood, had he declined
The needless coronet he donned, as though
Its gilt could heighten his proud aureole's glow.
But downward he has stepped, a seat to find
The Clown's Reply
© Oliver Goldsmith
JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers
To tell them the reason why asses had ears?
'An't please you,' quoth John, 'I'm not given to letters,
Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters;
Howe'er, from this time I shall ne'er see your graces,
As I hope to be saved! without thinking on asses.'
Magellanic Penguin
© Pablo Neruda
Penguin, static traveler,
deliberate priest of the cold,
I salute your vertical salt
and envy your plumed pride.
Rod Quinn
© John Le Gay Brereton
How many years, how many years have fled,
Since in the cool dim parlour sat the three
A Wish (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let me not die for ever! when I'm laid
In the cold earth; but let my memory
Legend of The Corrievrechan
© George MacDonald
Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strand
And lord of the billowy sea;
Lord of the sea and lord of the land,
He might have let maidens be!
Changing Time
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THE cloud looked in at the window,
And said to the day, "Be dark!"
Sonnet XXI. Supposed To Written By Werter
© Charlotte Turner Smith
GO! cruel tyrant of the human breast!
To other hearts thy burning arrows bear;
Go, where fond hope, and fair illusion rest;
Ah! why should love inhabit with despair!
Your Feet
© Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
Noli Me Tangere
© Lesbia Harford
We watched the dawn breaking across the sea
While just above us hung the evening star.
The nearer waters took a hint of white
And clouds and waves together massed afar,
XXXIV (You are the daughter of the sea)
© Pablo Neruda
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
Cat's Dream
© Pablo Neruda
I have seen how the cat asleep
Would undulate, how the night flowed
Through it like dark water and at times,
It was going to fall or possibly
Plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts.
The Light Wraps You
© Pablo Neruda
The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighlight
that revolves around you.
In My Mind
© James Baker
There's only so much light
When you turn out the dark.
There's only so much glow
When you look at the stars.
There's only so much distance
When you live so far.
Puedo Escribir
© Pablo Neruda
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
The Gentle Hand Of Women Folks
© Edgar Albert Guest
The gentle hand of women folks
Keeps this old world in line,
Enigmas
© Pablo Neruda
I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
on the timid globe of an orange.
