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Italy : 3. St. Maurice
© Samuel Rogers
Still by the Leman Lake for many a mile,
Among those venerable trees I went,
Where damsels sit and weave their fishing-nets,
Singing some national song by the way-side.
The Lake Josephus Days
© Richard Brautigan
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the
good names-from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I.
© George Gordon Byron
Nay, smile not at my sullen brow,
Alas! I cannot smile again:
Yet Heaven avert that ever thou
Shouldst weep, and haply weep in vain.
Laurance - [Part 1]
© Jean Ingelow
I.
He knew she did not love him; but so long
As rivals were unknown to him, he dwelt
At ease, and did not find his love a pain.
O Mutter, halte dein Kindlein warm,
© Clemens Maria Brentano
O Mutter, halte dein Kindlein warm,
Die Welt ist kalt und helle,
Und trag es fromm in deinem Arm
An deines Herzens Schwelle.
A Farewell To Patrick Sarsfield, Earl Of Lucan
© James Clarence Mangan
FAREWELL, O Patrick Sarsfield, may luck be on your path!
Your camp is broken up, your work is marred for years;
We Are Children
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
CHILDREN indeed are wechildren that wait
Within a wondrous dwelling, while on high
Syrinx
© Henry Kendall
A HEAP of low, dark, rocky coast,
Unknown to foot or feather!
A sea-voice moaning like a ghost;
And fits of fiery weather!
Portia
© Oscar Wilde
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that accursèd Jew-
O Portia! take my heart: it is thy due:
I think I will not quarrel with the Bond.
The Bright Medusa
© Sir Henry Newbolt
She's the daughter of the breeze,
She's the darling of the seas,
And we call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_;
From beneath her bosom bare
To the snakes among her hair
She's a flash o' golden light, the bright _Medu--sa_.
If My Hands Could Defoliate translated from Si Mis Manos Pudieran Deshojar
© Federico Garcia Lorca
I pronounce your name,
in this dark night,
and your name sounds
more distant than ever.
More distant that all stars
and more doleful than a calm rain.
I: Why I Write Not To Love
© Benjamin Jonson
Some act of Love's bound to reherse,
I thought to bind him, in my verse:
Warning
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Inside everybody's nose
There lives a shar-toothed snail.
So if youi stick your finger in,
He may bite off your nail.
Her Beautiful Hands
© James Whitcomb Riley
Your hands--they are strangely fair!
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--
Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire
© William Wordsworth
THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,
Will not unwillingly their place resign;
If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands,
Planted by Beaumont's and by 's hands.
Lines Occasioned By A Visit To Whittlebury Forest, Northamptonshire, In August, 1800
© Robert Bloomfield
Genius of the Forest Shades!
Lend thy pow'r, and lend thine ear!
Father, Most High, Be With Us
© Aurelius Clemens Prudentius
Father, Most High, be with us,
Unseen, Thy goodness showing,
The Old Age Of Queen Maeve
© William Butler Yeats
A certain poet in outlandish clothes
Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane,
