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A Reading Of Life--The Test Of Manhood

© George Meredith

That quiet dawn was Reverence; whereof sprang
Ethereal Beauty in full morningtide.
Another sun had risen to clasp his bride:
It was another earth unto him sang.

Autumn

© Jacques Prevert

A horse collapses in the middle of an alley
Leaves fall on him
Our love trembles
And the sun too.

Sonnet XX.

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath
For him, the fair betrothed Youth, who les
Cold in the narrow dwelling, or the cries
With which a Mother wails her Darling's death,

Er Commercio Libbero (The Free Trade)

© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli

Be'? So' pputtana, venno la mi' pelle:
Fo la miggnotta, si, sto ar cancelletto:
Lo pijo in quello largo e in quello stretto:
C'è gnent'antro da dì? Che cose belle!

Rejected

© Edith Nesbit

WE wandered down the meadow way--
The path beside the hedge is shady,--
You did not see the silver may,
You talked of Art, my sweet blind Lady.

The Chartist's Complaint

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Day! hast thou two faces,

Making one place two places?

A Cloud In Trousers - part III

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

Ah, wherefrom this,
how explain this
brandishing of dirty fists
at bright joy!

To Aphrodite

© Sappho

You know the place: then
Leave Crete and come to us
waiting where the grove is
pleasantest, by precincts

The Way Of The Wood

© Edith Nesbit

WHERE baby oaks play in the breeze
Among wood-sorrel and fringed fern,
Through the green garments of the trees
The quivering shafts of sunlight burn,

You came. You saw me. And because in you
A myriad mothers all their love had spread,
Those holy women since the dawn of day
Gave you the promise of a master true
Dearest, that bee unto the flower was wed
When your song fitted with my humble lay.

The Tyrant

© Lesbia Harford

When I was a child,
I felt the fairies' power.
Of a sudden my dry life
Would burst into flower.

The Boy of Egremond

"Say what remains when Hope is fled?"
She answered, "Endless weeping!"
For in the herdsman's eye she read
Who in his shroud lay sleeping.

In Memoriam

Life-length of days-the time to work and strive
In his Lord's vineyard; to bring heavenly light
Into the drear, dark places of the earth,
And make them fair and fruitful in His sight.

In Black Despair

In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,
pretending to joy, although I lacked it.
The age had made lament redundant.