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The Crocodile

© Hilaire Belloc

Whatever our faults, we can always engage

That no fancy or fable shall sully our page,

I have been thinking

© Kabir

I have been thinking of the difference between water
and the waves on it. Rising,
water's still water, falling back,
it is water, will you give me a hint
how to tell them apart?

The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love

© George Meredith

When the South sang like a nightingale
Above a bower in May,
The training of Love's vine of flame
Was writ in laws, for lord and dame
To say their yea and nay.

A Familiar Epistle To A Friend

Yes, this _is_ life! And so the bard
Through briny deserts, never scarred
Since Noah's keel, a subject seeks,
And lies upon the watch for weeks;
That once harpooned and helpless lying,
What follows is but weary trying.

Lines Written In August

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
I slumbered, and in slumber saw once more
A room in an old mansion, long unseen.

Written on the Wang River Scroll

© Wang Wei

No urge now to write poems.

Old age is my companion.

When Sorrow Comes

© Edgar Albert Guest

When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God a man must place his trust.
There is no power in mortal speech
The anguish of his soul to reach,
No voice, however sweet and low,
Can comfort him or ease the blow.

The Deans Reasons For Not Building At Drapiers-Hill

© Jonathan Swift

I will not build on yonder mount;
And, should you call me to account,
Consulting with myself, I find
It was no levity of mind.

To H. W. Longfellow

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

OUR Poet, who has taught the Western breeze
To waft his songs before him o'er the seas,
Will find them wheresoe'er his wanderings reach
Borne on the spreading tide of English speech
Twin with the rhythmic waves that kiss the farthest beach.

The Self Banished

© Edmund Waller

It is not that I love you less
Than when before your feet I lay,
But to prevent the sad increase
Of hopeless love, I keep away.

The Regret

© Arthur Symons

It seems to me, dearest, if you were dead.

And thought returned to me after the tears,

Halley's Comet

© Stanley Kunitz

Miss Murphy in first grade

wrote its name in chalk

Les Heures Claires

© Emile Verhaeren

Voici le banc, sous les pommiers
D'où s'effeuille le printemps blanc,
A pétales frôlants et lents.
Voici des vols de lumineux ramiers
Plânant, ainsi que des présages,
Dans le ciel clair du paysage.

Sin

Sin!

O only fatal woe,

The King's Ankus

These are the Four that are never content, that have never be
filled since the Dews began-
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the
Ape, and the Eyes of Man.

conteining an Historicall Discourse from the Infancie of the world, untill this present time

© Roger Cotton

Now may we all of England say of truth:
As we haue heard, so haue we seene performd
In these our dayes most worthy to be learnd:
How that the Lord doth stil his Church defend
From cruell foes, whom his to hurt pretend.