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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: LIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE SAME CONTINUED
Farewell, then. It is finished. I forgo
With this all right in you, even that of tears.
If I have spoken hardly, it will show

His Chance

© Edgar Albert Guest

I WANT a chance to show what I can do,"
He sighed when others seemed to pass him by;
"There are great problems I could master, too,
Somehow, I never get the chance to try.

Out of Time

© Piet Hein

My old clock used to tell the time
and subdivide diurnity;
but now its lost both hands and chime
and only tells eternity.

If you loved me I could trust you to your fancy's furthest bound
While the sun shone and the wind blew, and the world went round,
To the utmost of the meshes of the devil's strongest net . . .
If you loved me, if you loved me--but you do not love me yet!

The Poetry Of Chaucer

© George Meredith

Grey with all honours of age! but fresh-featured and ruddy
As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard has thrice heard Chaunticlere.
Tender to tearfulness--childlike, and manly, and motherly;
Here beats true English blood richest joyance on sweet English
ground.

The Innovator

© Stephen Vincent Benet

I said, "Why should a pyramid
Stand always dully on its base?
I'll change it! Let the top be hid,
The bottom take the apex-place!"
And as I bade they did.

Lady Mabel

© Alfred Austin

Side by side with Lady Mabel
Sate I, with the sunshade down;
In the distance hummed the Babel
Of the many-footed town;
There we sate with looks unstable-
Now of tenderness, of frown.

Two In One

© George MacDonald

Were thou and I the white pinions
On some eager, heaven-born dove,
Swift would we mount to the old dominions,
To our rest of old, my love!

Brock

© Charles Sangster

One voice, one people, one in heart
And soul and feeling and desire.
Re-light the smouldering martial fire
And sound the mute trumpet! Strike the lyre!
The hero dead cannot expire:
The dead still play their part.

A Story Of Doom: Book V.

© Jean Ingelow

And Japhet, having found his father, said,
"Sir, let me also journey when ye go."
Who answered, "Hath thy mother done her part?"

Lift Ev'ry Voice and Sing

© James Weldon Johnson

Lift ev'ry voice and sing,

Till earth and heaven ring,

A Coronal

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

WITH HIS SONGS AND HER DAYS TO HIS LADY AND TO LOVE

Violets and leaves of vine,

My Thoughs Go Marching Like An Armed Host

© William Stanley Braithwaite

MY thoughts go marching like an armed host

Out of the city of silence, guns and cars;

Union

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

The moon climbs graciously the evening heavens,

And there affectionately rests her beauty.

The Salt Marshes

THERE was a light upon the sea that made

Familiar things mysterious, which to teach,

The Happy Birds Nest

When on my cottage falls the placid shower,
When ev'ning calls the labourer home to rest,
When glad the bee deserts the humid flower,
O then the bird assumes her peaceful nest.

The Palmer

"O, open the door, some pity to show,
Keen blows the northern wind!
The glen is white with the drifted snow,
And the path is hard to find.

New Things Are Best

What shall I tell you, child, in this new Sonnet?
Life's art is to forget, and last year's sowing
Cast in Time's furrow with the storm winds blowing
Bears me a wild crop with strange fancies on it.

Hymn To Jazz And The Like

© Eli Siegel

What is sound, as standing for the world and the mind of man at
any time, and in any situation?
Sound is an unknown, immeasurable reservoir which has been gone
into and used to have chants, rituals, jigs, bourrées, sonatas,