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Songs Of The World Unborn

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Songs of the world unborn
Swelling within me, a shoot from the heart of Spring,
As I walk the ample teeming street
This tranquil and misty morn,
What is it to me you sing?

Are You Content?

© William Butler Yeats

I CALL on those that call me son,

Grandson, or great-grandson,

When morning shows her first faint flush,
I think of the tender blush
That crept so gently to your cheek
When first my love I dared to speak;
How, in your glance, a dawning ray
Gave promise of love's perfect day.

De Suo In Lesbiam Amore Ep. 88.

© Richard Lovelace

Nulla potest mulier tantum se dicere amatam
Vere, quantum a me Lesbia amata mea est;
Nulla fides ullo fuit unquam faedere tanta,
Quanta in amore suo ex parte reperta mea est.

Craft

© Boris Pasternak

When, having finished, I shall move my armchair,
The page will gasp, awakened from the strain.
Delirious, she is half asleep at present,
Obedient to suspense and to the rain.

To A Tulip-Bulb

© Edith Nesbit

SLEEP first,

And let the storm and winter do their worst;

The Objection To Being Stepped On

© Robert Frost

At the end of the row

I stepped on the toe

In The Harbour: Becalmed

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,
Still unattained the land it sought,
My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,
Lies waiting the auspicious gales.

In Memorium : Adam Lindsay Gordon

© Henry Kendall

AT rest! Hard by the margin of that sea

Whose sounds are mingled with his noble verse,

My Study

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THIS is my world! within these narrow walls,

I own a princely service. The hot care

Trustful Ma

© Edgar Albert Guest

Ma has every confidence in Pa,

She says she knows he always does what's right,

To Belshazzar

© George Gordon Byron

Belshazzar! from the banquet turn,
Nor in thy sensual fulness fall;
Behold! while yet before thee burn
The graven words, the glowing wall.

Baby Mary

© Madison Julius Cawein

TO LITTLE M. E. C. G.

The First Mocking-Bird In Spring

WINGED poet of vernal ethers!
Ah! where hast thou lingered long?
I have missed thy passionate, skyward flights
And the trills of thy changeful song.

Z---------'s dream

© Anne Brontë

Unwonted weakness o'er me crept;
I sighed - nay, weaker still - I wept!
Wept, like a woman o'er the deed
I had been proud to do: -
As I had made his bosom bleed;
My own was bleeding too.

Man Who Got No Sign

Ko-we-ha Gemini Jim taw Scorpio Salo
Taw sejno-nej-o-to-kono o-ha-na-shi-te-saw
There was Gemini Jim and Scorpio Sal they was livin' by the Golden Gate
Freezin' their nose and wearin' leather clothes and dealin' every way but straight

Drink the Nectar

© Mirabai

Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake).
Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.