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This is love

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,

to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

Giovanni Malatesta At Rimini

© Arthur Symons

Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man,

Walking one night, as he was used, being old,

Ghazal 01

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips

Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.

Character Of Charles Brown

© John Keats

I.
He is to weet a melancholy carle:
Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair
As hath the seeded thistle when in parle

An Epistle To A Friend

© Samuel Rogers

When, with a Reaumur's skill, thy curious mind
Has class'd the insect-tribes of human-kind,
Each with its busy hum, or gilded wing,
Its subtle, web-work, or its venom'd sting;

OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green,
Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air,
There, where you fled and I followed--you ever unseen,
Yet each glad pulse of me cried to my heart, "She is there!"

The Wreck Of The Julie Plante

© William Henry Drummond

On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre,
De win' she blow, blow, blow,
An' de crew of de wood scow "Julie Plante"
Got scar't an' run below

Robbie's Statue

© Henry Lawson

Grown tired of mourning for my sins

And brooding over merits

A Friend's Song for Simoisius

© Louise Imogen Guiney

The breath of dew, and twilight's grace,
Be on the lonely battle-place;
And to so young, so kind a face,
The long, protecting grasses cling!
(Alas, alas,
The one inexorable thing!)

The Maid-Martyr

© Jean Ingelow

Her face, O! it was wonderful to me,
There was not in it what I look'd for-no,
I never saw a maid go to her death,
How should I dream that face and the dumb soul?

The Death Of Adonis

© Sappho

This is the lamentation-song

For Adonis woe for Adonis, woe!

The Lost Purse

© Edgar Albert Guest

I remember the excitement and the terrible alarm
That worried everybody when William broke his arm;
An' how frantic Pa and Ma got only jes' the other day
When they couldn't find the baby coz he'd up an' walked away;
But I'm sure there's no excitement that our house has ever shook
Like the times Ma can't remember where she's put her pocketbook.

Sandalphon. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Have you read in the Talmud of old,
In the Legends the Rabbins have told
Of the limitless realms of the air,--
Have you read it,--the marvellous story
Of Sandalphon, the Angel of Glory,
Sandalphon, the Angel of Prayer?

When I by Thy Faire Shape Did Sweare

© Richard Lovelace

I.

When I by thy faire shape did sweare,

Oh, Have You E'Er Heard Of Kate Kearney

"Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney?
She lives on the banks of Killarney;
From the glance of her eye,
Shun danger and fly,
For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney."

Making Feet And Hands

Eye standing up eye lying down eye sitting

Why wander about between two hedges made of stair-rails while the ladders become soft

Hongree and Mahry

The sun was setting in its wonted west,
When HONGREE, Sub-Lieutenant of Chassoores,
Met MAHRY DAUBIGNY, the Village Rose,
Under the Wizard's Oak - old trysting-place
Of those who loved in rosy Aquitaine.