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Aimons toujours! Aimons encore!...
© Victor Marie Hugo
Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore !
Quand l'amour s'en va, l'espoir fuit.
L'amour, c'est le cri de l'aurore,
L'amour c'est l'hymne de la nuit.
sonnet XXXII. Life And Death. 4.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IF at one door stands life to cheat our trust,
And at another, death, to mock because
We thought life's promise good; if all that was
And is and should be ends in fume and dust
Any Soul That Drank the Nectar
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.
From then on, death lost all hope of me.
Drops of his Heart's Blood
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I had not castled, and the time is gone.
What shall I play? Upon the chequered floor
Of Night and Day, Death won the game-forlorn
And careless now, Hafiz can lose no more.
Imitation of The Olden Poets
© Edward Lear
Time is a taper waning fast!
Use it, man, well whilst it doth last:
Lest burning downwards it consume away,
Before thou hast commenced the labour of the day.
Summer Gone
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SMALL wren, mute pecking at the last red plum
Or twittering idly at the yellowing boughs
Fruit-emptied, over thy forsaken house,--
Birdie, that seems to come
Telling, we too have spent our little store,
Our summer's o'er:
The Author Asserts The Vast Intellectual Superiority Of The Germans To Americans
© Charles Godfrey Leland
DERE'S a liddle fact in hishdory vitch few hafe oondershtand,
Deutschers are, de jure, de owners of dis land,
Und I brides mineslf oonshpeak-barly dat I foorst make be-known,
De primordial cause dat Columbus vas derivet from Cologne.
The Voice
© Rupert Brooke
Safe in the magic of my woods
I lay, and watched the dying light.
Faint in the pale high solitudes,
And washed with rain and veiled by night,
Little Green Buttons
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
The honeymoon ended a decade ago,
If he still loves her he don't say so,
So she's taking her blues to the House af Tattoos,
Getting little green buttons on her birthday suit.
"Because I failed, shall I asperse the End"
© Alfred Austin
Because I failed, shall I asperse the End
With scorn or doubt, my failure to excuse;
Old Spense
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend?
'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.
The way he made the dollars fly,
Such gimcrack things a-buyin'--
He spent a big share ov a fortin'
On pesky things that went a snortin'
The Last Of The Flock
© William Wordsworth
I
IN distant countries have I been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown,
The Priesthood
© George Herbert
Blest Order, which in power dost so excell,
That with th' one hand thou liftest to the sky,
And with the other throwest down to hell
In thy just centures; fain would I draw nigh,
Fain put thee on, exchanging my lay-sword
For that of th' holy word.
Life
© Edgar Albert Guest
A WEE bit of sorrow
And sadness and pain,
But sunshine tomorrow
And laughter again.
The Battle Autumn of 1862
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The flags of war like storm birds fly,
The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,
No earthquake strives below.
