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When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)

© William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Praise (II)

© George Herbert

King of glorie, King of peace,

I will love thee:

The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fourth Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

CIC. I do not believe that he makes a comparison, nor puts as the same
kind the divine and the human mode of comprehending, which are very
diverse, but as to the subject they are the same.

Three Songs

© William Shakespeare

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
The wild waves whist--

Inextinguibles (Immutable)

© Delmira Agustini

¡Oh, tú que duermes tan hondo que no despiertas!
Milagrosas de vivas, milagrosas de muertas,
Y por muertas y vivas eternamente abiertas,

The Quality of Mercy

© William Shakespeare

The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.

Sauna and Coitus (Translation with original German)

© Bertolt Brecht

Am besten fickt man erst und badet dann.
Du wartest, bis sie sich zum Eimer bückt
Besiehst den nackten Hintern, leicht entzückt
Und langst sie, durch die Schenkel, spielend an.

The Phoenix and the Turtle

© William Shakespeare

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.

Lines. "Why look'd I on that fatal line?"

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Why look'd I on that fatal line?

Why did I pray that page to see?

Ode for Memorial Day

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

DONE are the toils and the wearisome marches,

Done is the summons of bugle and drum.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)

© William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

Coleridge's Cristabel

© Charles Harpur

Mark yon runnel, how tis flowing,

Like a sylvan spirit dreaming

Vision

© Anonymous

There shall broad streets their stately walls extend;

Embellished villas crown the landscape scene,

O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! your true love 's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

The Swallow

© John Clare

Pretty swallow, once again
Come and pass me in the rain.
Pretty swallow, why so shy?
Pass again my window by.

Spring and Winter ii

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,

Night

Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labors close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose,
Stretch the tired limbs, and lay the head
Down on our own delightful bed!

Spring and Winter i

WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,

Two O'Clock

So all things end: and what is left at last?
Some scribbled sonnets tossed upon the floor,
A memory of easy days gone past,
A run-down watch, a pipe, some clothes we wore-
And in the darkened room I lean to know
How her dreamless breath doth pause and flow.