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Provoked, astonished, wrinkled angrily,
Hissed Hisham, "Slave! thou know'st me not I see!"
Calmly the youth, "Aye, verily I know,
O mannerless! thy tongue hath told me so,
Thy tongue commanding ere it spake me _peace_--
Soon art thou known, nor late may knowledge cease."

Amities

© Ezra Pound

You wore the same quite correct clothing,
You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs,
You had the same old air of condescension
Mingled with a curious fear
That I, myself, might have enjoyed them.
Te Voilel, mon Bourrienne, you also shall be immortal.

Ps: 116

© Thomas Parnell

Ime Pleasd that Heaven hears my cry,

Regards me when I pray,

Song #1

© John Clare

Mary, leave thy lowly cot

When thy thickest jobs are done;

She sights a Birdshe chuckles

© Emily Dickinson

She sights a Birdshe chuckles
She flattensthen she crawls
She runs without the look of feet
Her eyes increase to Balls

March from Tingzhou to Changsha

© Mao Zedong

In June Heaven's armies chastise the corrupt and evil,
Seeking to bind roc and whale with a league-long cord.
Red glows the far side of the River Gan,
Thanks to our wing under Huang Gonglyue.

A Tardy Apology

© Eugene Field

You ask me, friend,
Why I don't send
The long since due-and-paid-for numbers;
Why, songless, I
As drunken lie
Abandoned to Lethean slumbers.

The Cemetary Of Eylau

© Victor Marie Hugo

This to my elder brothers, schoolboys gay,

Was told by Uncle Louis on a day;

A Prologue

© John Le Gay Brereton

While to the clarion blown by Marlowes breath

Tall Tragedy tramped by in hues of death,

Tale XIII

© George Crabbe

hall,
Sires, sons, and sons of sons, were buried all,
She then abounded, and had wealth to spare
For softening grief she once was doom'd to share;
Thus train'd in misery's school, and taught to

Fate, Or God?

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

BEYOND the record of all eldest things,
Beyond the rule and regions of past time,
From out Antiquity's hoary-headed rime,
Looms the dread phantom of a King of kings:

All All And All

© Dylan Thomas

All all and all the dry worlds lever,
Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,
All from the oil, the pound of lava.
City of spring, the governed flower,
Turns in the earth that turns the ashen
Towns around on a wheel of fire.

Let these be your desires

© Khalil Gibran

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:

Dead Sea Fruit

© Madison Julius Cawein

All things have power to hold us back.
Our very hopes build up a wall
Of doubt, whose shadow stretches black
O'er all.

On The Hurry Of This Time

With slower pen men used to write,
Of old, when "letters" were "polite";
In Anna's, or in George's days,
They could afford to turn a phrase,
Or trim a straggling theme aright.

Sonnet, For My Mothers Birthday

AT thy approach, oh, sweet bewitching May!
Through ev'ry wood soft melodies resound;
On silken wings Favonian breezes play,
And scatter bloom and fragrance all around!

HMS Pinafore: Act I

SCENE - Quarter-deck of H.M.S. Pinafore. Sailors, led by
Boatswain, discovered cleaning brasswork, splicing rope, etc.

The Golf Ball and the Loan

I drove a golf-ball into the air;
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

The Song Of Graces Of Alle Seintes Upon Paske Day.

HOnured be thu, blisfull lord a-bove, That vowchidsaffë this iourny to take,Man to become, only for man-is love,And deth to suffre, for my synnës sake;So hast thu vs owt of the bondë schake, Of Sathanas, þat held us longe in peyne:Honured be thu, Ihesu souereyne!

Full evele I dede, whan I the appil took; I wend to haue had therbi prosperite;It satte so ny my sidës, þat thei ooke;To greet myschief I fill from hey degre,And alle my issue, for be-cause of me; Now hast þou, lord, restored all a-geyn:Honured be thu, Ihesu souereyne!