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Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 03 - Atomic Forms And Their Combinations
© Lucretius
Now come, and next hereafter apprehend
What sorts, how vastly different in form,
A Bowl Of Roses
© William Ernest Henley
It was a bowl of roses:
There in the light they lay,
Languishing, glorying, glowing
Their life away.
Sonnet XLII: Hope Overtaken
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I deemed thy garments, O my Hope, were grey,
So far I viewed thee. Now the space between
What Sort Of A Friend Are You?
© Edgar Albert Guest
What sort of a friend are you?
Do you stick by a brother's side,
Show Me The Place
© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt
Show me the place where we stood side by side,
Once, when you were mine -
When You Come
© Maya Angelou
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Hounds Going Home In The Dark
© William Henry Ogilvie
When never a star is hung in the sky,
With never a lamp or a lantern spark,
Huntsman and Whips go groping by,
Blowing them home in the dark.
New Life, New Love
© Henry Lawson
The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,
The Temple
© Edgar Lee Masters
Beyond the gates of Hercules
The seven builders took the stone,
Spurned everywhere in days of ease,
Long lying loose and overthrown,
Now carried over bitter seas
Where crystally Arcturus shone!
The Exile's Hymn
© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano
Fair land of Cuba! on thy shores are seen
Life's far extremes of noble and of mean;
A Dog Has Died
© Pablo Neruda
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Bibo And Charon
© Matthew Prior
When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat,
As full of Champagne as an egg's full of meat,
He waked in the boat, and to Charon he said,
He would be row'd back, for he was not yet dead.
Trim the boat and sit quiet, stern Charon replied,
You may have forgot - you were drunk when you died.
The French And the Spanish Guerillas
© William Wordsworth
HUNGER, and sultry heat, and nipping blast
From bleak hill-top, and length of march by night
Through heavy swamp, or over snow-clad height--
These hardships ill-sustained, these dangers past,
Autumn Wealth
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
Of course, there is no lack of faithful Christians ,too.
Most of Lithuanians are men of good character;
They love their families, obey the will of God.
Each day live saintly lives, steer clear of all misdeeds,
And rule their modest homes with kind parental care.
Love Recalled in Sleep
© Robert Fuller Murray
There was a time when in your face
There dwelt such power, and in your smile
I know not what of magic grace;
They held me captive for a while.
Sonnet IV.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's past
A part, and part of better life to come,
If life to come there be, in some dear home
Beyond the rigid clouds that overcast
In The White Giant's Thigh
© Dylan Thomas
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,
Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,
And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh
Where barren as boulders women lie longing still
