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16. Of Gluttony and Feasting

© Sebastian Brant

He shows a fool in every wise
Who day and night forever hies
From feast to feat to fill his paunch

The Hosting Of The Sidhe

© William Butler Yeats

THE host is riding from Knocknarea

And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;

To George, Earl Delwarr

© George Gordon Byron

Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other;
The friendships of childhood, though fleeting are true;
The love which you felt was the love of a brother,
Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.

Ah tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing,
Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart?
Ah ruthless dove, the vulture's talons wearing,
Why flesh them, traitress, in this faithful heart?
Is this my meed? Must dragons' teeth alone
In Venus' lawns by lovers' hands be sown?

Certainties

© Margaret Widdemer

WHETHER you live by hut or throne
Whether your feet tread stone or grass
Comes the one lad you shall never own
Or the one lass;

Gossip

© John Kenyon

Gossip right and left you're strowing,

Never heeding what you do;

In The Twilight

© James Russell Lowell

Men say the sullen instrument,

That, from the Master's bow,

To A Little Girl

© Edgar Albert Guest

Oh, little girl with eyes of brown

And smiles that fairly light the town,

Dawn And Dark

© Norman Rowland Gale

GOD with His million cares

Went to the left or right,

To A Victor In A Game Of Pallone

© Giacomo Leopardi

The face of glory and her pleasant voice,

O fortunate youth, now recognize,

Rubaiyat 16

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

This rose is from the dust of one like me.
His joy within the rose, thus I can see.
My companion and confidant it is, because
The colorful rose brings the sweet scent of he.

Wrestling Jacob

© Charles Wesley

Come, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

To a False Friend

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Adieu!'tis pastthe dream is over,
And we are friends no more;
And now my task shall be to smother
Thoughts prized too well before
That we have ever loved or met,
All, but our parting, to forget.

Quatrains

BLACK Tragedy lets slip her grim disguise
And shows you laughing lips and roguish eyes;
But when, unmasked, gay Comedy appears,
How wan her cheeks are, and what heavy tears!