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E Tenebris

© Oscar Wilde

From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height."
Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face.

Marburg

© Boris Pasternak

I quivered. I flared up, and then was extinguished.
I shook. I had made a proposal - but late,
Too late. I was scared, and she had refused me.
I pity her tears, am more blessed than a saint.

March

© Madison Julius Cawein

This is the tomboy month of all the year,

March, who comes shouting o'er the winter hills,

Ob wir, wir Neuern, vor den Alten
Den Vorzug des Geschmacks erhalten,
Was lest ihr darum vieles nach,
Was der und jener Franze sprach?
Die Franzen sind die Leute nicht,
Aus welchen ein Orakel spricht.

A Ballad Of The Town Water

© Robert Fuller Murray

It is the Police Commissioners,
All on a winter's day;
And they to prove the town water
Have set themselves away.

The Dryad Of The Pine

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AH, forest sweetheart! over land and sea
I come once more, once more to stand by thee;
My sylvan darling! set 'twixt shade and sheen,
Soft as a maid, yet stately as a queen!

And You, Helen

© Edward Thomas

And you, Helen, what should I give you?

So many things I would give you

A Cider Song

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The wine they drink in Paradise
They make in Haute Lorraine;
God brought it burning from the sod
To be a sign and signal rod
That they that drink the blood of God
Shall never thirst again.

Over the Sea

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Sad eyes! why are ye steadfastly gazing
Over the sea?
Is it the flock of the ocean-shepherd grazing
Like lambs on the lea?-
Is it the dawn on the orient billows blazing
Allureth ye?

Die Diebin

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Du Diebin mit der Rosenwange,
Du mit den blauen Augen da!
Dich mein ich!--wird dir noch nicht bange?
Gesteh nur, was ich fuehlt und sah!

To My Wife

© Bai Juyi

I often sigh over my long white hair.

My woman shares my sorrow.

Spring

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Frost-locked all the winter,

Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,

The Death Of Hood

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE maimed and broken warrior lay,
By his last foeman brought to bay.
No sounds of battlefield were there--
The drum's deep bass, the trumpet's blare.

The Lover To His Lass

© Duncan Campbell Scott

Crown her with stars, this angel of our planet,
Cover her with morning, this thing of pure delight,
Mantle her with midnight till a mortal cannot
See her for the garments of the light and the night.

The Failing Track

Where went the feet that hitherto have come?
Here yawns no gulf to quench the flowing past!
With lengthening pauses broke, the path grows dumb;
The grass floats in; the gazer stands aghast.

Philadelphia

© John Newton

Thus saith the holy One, and true,
To his beloved faithful few;
Of heav'n and hell I hold the keys,
To shut, or open, as I please.

Song V. - On every tree, in every plain

On every tree, in every plain,
I trace the jovial spring in vain;
A sickly langour veils mine eyes,
And fast my waning vigour flies.

To A Dog

PAST happiness dissolves. It fades away,

Ghost-like, in that dim attic of the mind

A Forecast

One thing I know: if he be great and pure,
This love, this fire, this beauty shall endure;
Triumph and hope shall lead him by the palm:
But if not this, some differing thing he be,
That dream shall break in terror; he shall see
The whirlwind ripen, where he sowed the calm.