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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39
© Alfred Tennyson
Old warder of these buried bones,
And answering now my random stroke
The New Year's Gift To Phyllis
© Matthew Prior
The circling months begin this day
To run their yearly ring,
Day Sleeping Girl
© Ho Xuan Huong
Summer breeze is sporadically blowing,
Lying down the young girl slides into sleeping.
Sonnets xx
© William Shakespeare
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth--
My sinful earth these rebel powers array--
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
VII: Song: That Women Are But Mens Shaddows
© Benjamin Jonson
Follow a shaddow, it still flies you,
Seeme to flye it, it will pursue:
Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---
© William Wordsworth
Mourn, Shepherd, near thy old grey stone;
Thou Angler, by the silent flood;
And mourn when thou art all alone,
Thou Woodman, in the distant wood!
Sonnets xviii
© William Shakespeare
LET me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Elizabeth Speaks
© Duncan Campbell Scott
O! there is something I forgot!
Sometimes one little spark burns on
Long after the rest have gone.
Sonnets xvii
© William Shakespeare
O NEVER say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify!
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time
© Countee Cullen
I cannot hold my peace, John Keats;
There never was a spring like this;
It is an echo, that repeats
My last year's song and next year's bliss.
Sonnets xvi
© William Shakespeare
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime
In praise of Ladies dead and lovely Knights;
Sonnets xv
© William Shakespeare
TO me, fair friend, you never can be old;
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three Winters cold
Have from the forests shook three Summers' pride;
The Dream
© Mikhail Lermontov
In noon's heat, in a dale of Dagestan
With lead inside my breast, stirless I lay;
The deep wound still smoked on; my blood
Kept trickling drop by drop away.
Autumn
© Rainer Maria Rilke
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
Sonnets xix
© William Shakespeare
TH' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Sonnets xiv
© William Shakespeare
MY love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear:
That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming
The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
We vex each other with our presence, I
By my regrets and by my mocking face,
You by your laughter and mad gaiety,
Sonnets xiii
© William Shakespeare
FROM you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him.
Sonnets xii
© William Shakespeare
HOW like a Winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness everywhere!
Sonnets xi
© William Shakespeare
THEY that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow--
