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'If you be, what I think you, some sweet dream,
I would but ask you to fulfil yourself:
But if you be that Ida whom I knew,
I ask you nothing: only, if a dream,
Sweet dream, be perfect. I shall die tonight.
Stoop down and seem to kiss me ere I die.'

'Dompna Pois De Me No'us Cal'

© Ezra Pound

FROM THE PROVENCAL OF EN BERTRANS DE BORN

Lady, since you care nothing for me,

The Absent-Minded Beggar

© Rudyard Kipling

When you've shouted " Rule Britannia," when you've sung " God save the Queen,"

When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth,

Die Wider Den Caesar Verschworne Helden

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Cassius.
Jetzt, Helden, lasst uns ruehmlich sterben,
Eh Rom noch Koenigsfesseln traegt.
Wer sollte nicht mit Lust verderben,
Wenn ihn der Staat mit niederschlaegt?

The Unlucky Apple

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

'TWAS the apple that in Eden

Caused our father's primal fall;

Stanzas To Augusta

© George Gordon Byron

I.
When all around grew drear and dark,
And reason half withheld her ray
And hope but shed a dying spark
Which more misled my lonely way;

Dover To Munich

© Charles Stuart Calverley

Farewell, farewell! Before our prow
Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,
A tourist's cap is on my brow,
My legs are cased in tourists' flannel:

Evening

© Sappho

Children astray to their mothers, and goats to the herd,
Sheep to the shepherd, through twilight the wings of the bird,
All things that morning has scattered with fingers of gold,
All things thou bringest, O Evening! at last to the fold.

No My Friends No!

© William Gay

Hail foes to oppression, and lovers of freedom!

Your day has arrived, and your power you know:-

Splash

© Charles Bukowski

these words force you
to a new
madness.

The Power of Art

© George Santayana

Not human art, but living gods alone

Can fashion beauties that by changing live,-

On A Battered Beauty (From The Greek)

© William Cowper

Hair, wax, rouge, honey, teeth you buy,
A multifarious store!
A mask at once would all supply
Nor would it cost you more.

A New Years' Gift sent to Sir Simeon Steward

© Robert Herrick

No news of navies burnt at seas;

No noise of late spawn'd tittyries;

Happiness

© John Kenyon

A face I saw, whose outward calm

All inward peace might well express;

A Father's Prayer

Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
Incline my ears to hear him through;
Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
Fearing to trust me and be true.
Instruct me so that I may know
The way my son and I should go.

The Mystic Sea

The smell of the sea in my nostrils,
The sound of the sea in mine ears;
The touch of the spray on my burning face,
Like the mist of reluctant tears.

Windows At Chatres

Light for its crystal body has put on
Unearthly glory of verdure and of air
At dawn, and bright in mystery the flame
As of a heart eternal pulsing there.
O, earth and sky were needing a new name
When I came out into the simple sun.

Sorry Her Lot

Sorry her lot who loves too well,
Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly,
Sad are the sighs that own the spell
Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly;
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head
When Love is alive and Hope is dead!

Spring Sleep

© Bai Juyi

The pillow's low, the quilt is warm, the body smooth and peaceful,
Sun shines on the door of the room, the curtain not yet open.
Still the youthful taste of spring remains in the air,
Often it will come to you even in your sleep.