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XXIX: Yo amaba lo azul con ardimiento
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Yo amaba lo azul con ardimiento:
las montañas excelsas, los sutiles
crespones de zafir del firmamento,
el piélago sin fin, cuyo lamento
arrulló mis ensueños juveniles.
To A Child Of Quality, Five Years Old. The Author Then Forty
© Matthew Prior
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
To show their passions by their letters.
Dolce Far Niente
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LET the world roll blindly on!
Give me shallow, give me sun,
And a perfumed eve as this is:
Let me lie,
Can Such Things Be?
© Madison Julius Cawein
Meseemed that while she played, while lightly yet
Her fingers fell, as roses bloom by bloom,
To the Autumn
© James Montgomery
Sweet Sabbath of the year!
While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps methinks I hear
Steal from the world away.
The Fifty-Per-Cent Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
He limped into the place one day, a leg and arm were gone,
"Just half a man," he told the boss, "right now you look upon.
An accident did this to me, 'twere better had I died,
It robbed me of efficiency, but left me with my pride."
The Lonely Fight
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT'S easy to be right when the multitude is cheering,
It is easy to have courage when you're fighting with the throng;
But it's altogether different when the multitude is sneering
To fight for what you know is right with no one else along.
Enoch Arden
© Alfred Tennyson
At length she spoke `O Enoch, you are wise;
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.'
Princeton, May, 1917
© Alfred Noyes
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe,
And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,
Looked through the ages; then, with eyes aglow,
Laid them to wait that future, side by side.
Passage
© Giovanni Pascoli
The swan sings. From deep in the marshes,
its voice chimes sharp and clear
like the striking of copper cymbals.
Could Hope inspect her Basis
© Emily Dickinson
Could Hope inspect her Basis
Her Craft were done --
Has a fictitious Charter
Or it has none --
The Flower-Angels
© George MacDonald
Of old, with goodwill from the skies-
God's message to them given-
The angels came, a glad surprise,
And went again to heaven.
To Night
© Joseph Blanco White
Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew
Thee from report divine, and heard thy name,
Lullaby
© Dorothy Parker
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.
Christmas-Eve, Another Ceremony
© Robert Herrick
Come guard this night the Christmas-Pie,
That the thief, though ne'er so sly,
With his flesh-hooks, don't come nigh
To catch it
Ode To Apollo
© James Lister Cuthbertson
"Tandem venias precamur
Nube candentes humeros amictus
Augur Apollo."
Birchbrook Mill
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A NOTELESS stream, the Birchbrook runs
Beneath its leaning trees;
That low, soft ripple is its own,
That dull roar is the sea's.
