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Photography Extraordinary

© Lewis Carroll

The Milk-and-Water School
Alas! she would not hear my prayer!
Yet it were rash to tear my hair;
Disfigured, I should be less fair.

Now if I can't be your hotdog lemme be your little weiner
Baby if I can't be your regular man lemme be your in betweener
And if I can't be your human torch lemme be your submariner
Well hey baby don't you leave me this way lemme be somethin'

Home And The Office

© Edgar Albert Guest

Home is the place where the laughter should ring,

And man should be found at his best.

Composed In The Valley Near Dover, On The Day Of Landing

© William Wordsworth

HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more.
The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that sound
Of bells; those boys who in yon meadow-ground
In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the roar

There is a calm for those who weep - 2

© James Montgomery

There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

An Evening Reflection

© Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov

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The day conceals its brilliant face,

The God And The Bayadere - An Indian Legend

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Men as man he'd fain perceive.
And when he the town as a trav'ller hath seen,
Observing the mighty, regarding the mean,
He quits it, to go on his journey, at eve.

A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret.

© Richard Lovelace

I.
Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,
It is more fatal then the dry,
That singly, but embracing, wounds;
And this at once both burns and drowns.

Idyll IX. Pastorals

© Theocritus

DAPHNIS. MENALCAS. A SHEPHERD.
SHEPHERD.
A song from Daphnis! Open he the lay,
He open: and Menalcas follow next:

The Fakeham Ghost

© Robert Bloomfield

The Lawns were dry in Euston Park;
(Here Truth inspires my Tale)
The lonely footpath, still and dark,
Led over Hill and Dale.

Love Unknown

© George Herbert

Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:

And in my faintings I presume your love

To the Memory of Demon

© Boris Pasternak

Used to come in the blue
Of the glacier, at night, from Tamara.
With his wingtips he drew
Where the nightmares should boom, where to bar them.

Die Einwohner Des Mondes

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Die Maegdchen die in sechzehn Jahren

Noch nicht das leckre Glueck erfahren,

The Ghost's Leavetaking

© Sylvia Plath

Enter the chilly no-man's land of about
Five o'clock in the morning, the no-color void
Where the waking head rubbishes out the draggled lot
Of sulfurous dreamscapes and obscure lunar conundrums
Which seemed, when dreamed, to mean so profoundly much,

Genevieve

Maid of my love! sweet Genevieve!
In beauty's light you glide along;
Your eye is like the star of eve,
And sweet your voice, as seraph's song.

Desire

Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame ;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.

The Runaway Boy

Wunst I sassed my Pa, an' he
Won't stand that, an' punished me,--
Nen when he was gone that day,
I slipped out an' runned away.

When Hannah Pressed With Grief

© John Newton

When Hannah pressed with grief,
Poured forth her soul in prayer;
She quickly found relief,
And left her burden there:
Like her, in every trying case,
Let us approach the throne of grace.

On His Ladies Waking

My lady woke upon a morning fair,

What time Apollos chariot takes the skies,

The Epistle Of Grace Sent To The Seek Man

I' Gracë quen, and heuenly princesse, As depute be the souereyn kyng eterne,In erthe a-lowe to be the gyderesseThat liste the redy wey[ë]s for to lerne,In pilgrymagë him selff to gouerne Gretyng, with yerde & lore of disciplyne,To the that hast, and must be, one of myn.

It is me don to knowe & vnderstonde, Þat, this dethës seruaunt, malady,The hath arrest, and holdith now in hande,And the oppressith, nought knowyng the forwhi.I wil therfore, as for thi remedy, Ordeyne[n] in my best[ë] manere wise;I rede þe that thi self þou wel aduyse.