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The Lovers Secret
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
"Bravo, Annex!" they shouted, every one,--
"Not Mrs. Kemble's self had better done."
"Quite so," she stammered in her awkward way,--
Not just the thing, but something she must say.
The Geate A-Vallen To
© William Barnes
In the zunsheen of our zummers
Wi the hay time now a-come,
How busy wer we out a-vield
Wi vew a-left at hwome,
Unconquerable
© William Ernest Henley
Put of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
"The winter winds may wildly rave"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE winter winds may wildly rave,
How wildly o'er thy place of rest!
But, love! thou hast a holier grave
Deep in a faithful human breast.
Peekaboo: Three Songs For The Nursery
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Go hide! Go hide! But through the latticework
Of my upraised bone hands
I see athlete and statesman, priest and clerk
Step forth as deodands.
Ungrateful Sorrow
© Rabindranath Tagore
My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
"That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace."
To A Portrait
© Arthur Symons
A pensive photograph
Watches me from the shelf--
Ghost of old love, and half
Ghost of myself!
The Jolly Company
© Rupert Brooke
The stars, a jolly company,
I envied, straying late and lonely;
And cried upon their revelry:
"O white companionship! You only
In love, in faith unbroken dwell,
Friends radiant and inseparable!"
Relieving Guard - Thomas Starr King Obit March 4, 1864
© Francis Bret Harte
Came the relief. "What, sentry, ho!
How passed the night through thy long waking?"
"Cold, cheerless, dark,--as may befit
The hour before the dawn is breaking."
Anhelli - Chapter 7
© Juliusz Slowacki
And the Shaman said : "Lo, now we shall show no more miracles,
nor the power of God that is in us, but we shall weep,
for we have come unto people who see not the sun.
An Epitaph For Keats
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THROUGH one, years since hanged and forgot
Who stabbed backs by the Quarter,
Here lieth one whowhile Time's stream
Runneth, as God hath taught her,
Bearing man's fame to men,will have
His great name writ in water.
Liberté
© Paul Eluard
On my school notebooks
On my desk and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name
In Defiance of Fortune
© Queen Elizabeth I
Never think you fortune can bear the sway
Where virtue's force can cause her to obey.
This that would greetan hour ago
© Emily Dickinson
This that would greetan hour ago
Is quaintest Distancenow
Had it a Guest from Paradise
Nor glow, would it, nor bow
On Leaping Over the Moon
© Thomas Traherne
As much as others thought themselves to lie
Beneath the moon, so much more high
Himself he thought to fly
Above the starry sky,
As that he spied
Below the tide.
December Sonnet
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ROUND the December heights the clouds are gray--
Gray, and wind-driven toward the stormy west,
They fly, like phantoms of malign unrest,
To fade in sombre distances away.
