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The Complaint Of Ninathoma

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

How long will ye round me be swelling,
O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea?
Not always in caves was my dwelling,
Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree.

All That Matters

© Edgar Albert Guest

When all that matters shall be written down

And the long record of our years is told,

Perkin Warbeck

© Lord Alfred Douglas

At Turney in Flanders I was born
Fore-doomed to splendour and sorrow,
For I was a king when they cut the corn,
And they strangle me to-morrow.

Poem To The Mysterious Woman

© Robert Desnos

I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
your dear voice come alive again?

The Saint And The Hunchback

© William Butler Yeats

Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and bless
A man that finds great bitterness
In thinking of his lost renown.
A Roman Caesar is held down
Under this hump.

Spring Song

© Roderic Quinn

SING out and be happy!
The Spring is at hand,
The grass green, and sappy
The trees o' the land.

The Talk Of The Echoes: A Fragment

© George MacDonald

When the cock crows loud from the glen,
And the moor-cock chirrs from the heather,
What hear ye and see ye then,
Ye children of air and ether?

Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon

© Ezra Pound

FROM THE ITALIAN OF LEOPARDI

Such wast thou,

To Dives. A Fragment

© George Gordon Byron

Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour
'Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst!
Once Fortune's minion, now thou feel'st her power;
Wrath's vial on thy lofty head bath burst.

Rubaiyat 15

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

Spend time with wine by a stream,
And let sorrows away stream.
My life, like a rose, is but few days;
Youthful and joyous live this dream.

The Vision Of St. Peter

© John Hay

To Peter by night the faithfullest came
And said, "We appeal to thee!
The life of the Church is in thy life;
We pray thee to rise and flee.

Summer Heat

© Eugene Field

Nay, why discuss this summer heat,
Of which vain people tell?
Oh, sinner, rather were it meet
To fix thy thoughts on hell!

Not that I would instruct or tutor you
What is a Wifes behest, or Husbands due,
Give I this Widdow-Wife. Your early date
Of knowledge makes such Precepts slow and late.
This book is but your glass, where you shall see
What your self are, what other Wives should bee.

Clever Little Willie Wee

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Clever little Willie wee,

Bright-eyed, blue-eyed little fellow;

Samadhi

Vanished are the veils of light and shade,

Lifted the vapors of sorrow,

The Description Of Tyburn

© John Taylor

I Have heard sundry men oft times dispute
Of trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.
But if a man note Tyburn, 'will appear,
That that's a tree that bears twelve times a year.