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Debtor

© Sara Teasdale

SO long as my spirit still
Is glad of breath
And lifts its plumes of pride
In the dark face of death;

Sonnet IX: As Other Men

© Michael Drayton

As other men, so I myself do muse
Why in this sort I wrest invention so,
And why these giddy metaphors I use,
Leaving the path the greater part do go.

The Soldier

© Confucius

I climbed the barren mountain,

And my gaze swept far and wide

Sonnet XI: You Not Alone

© Michael Drayton

You not alone, when you are still alone,
O God, from you that I could private be.
Since you one were, I never since was one;
Since you in me, my self since out of me,

Albanian Language (excerpt)

© Ndre Mjeda

Higher than nightingales song
Albanian language resounds to me
More than bluebells scent ever can,
it comforts my heart restlessly.

Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant

© Michael Drayton

A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd
(Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move),
Entreated me, as e'er I wish'd his good,
To write him but one sonnet to his love;

Astrophel And Stella-Tenth Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh dear life, when shall it be
That mine eyes thine eyes may see?
And in them thy mind discover,
Whether absence have had force
Thy remembrance to divorce
From the image of thy lover?

Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help

© Michael Drayton

Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.

The Advice

© Thomas Chatterton

Tho' poor Pitholeon's feeble line,
In opposition to the nine,
Still violates your name;
Tho' tales of passion meanly told,
As dull as Cumberland, as cold,
Strive to confess a flame.

Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures

An Allusion to the Phoenix'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone,
Which best by you of living things is known;
None like to that, none like to you is found.

"Beautifully dies the year."

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Beautifully dies the year.
Silence sleeps upon the mere:
Yellow leaves float on it, stilly
As, in June, the opened lily.

Sonnet XIX: You Cannot Love

© Michael Drayton

To HumorYou cannot love, my pretty heart, and why?
There was a time you told me that you would;
But now again you will the same deny,
If it might please you, would to God you could.

"I've lost a delicate cameo"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

"I've lost a delicate cameo,
Somewhere on the Neva's shore.
I pity the charming Roman girl,"
You said to me, almost in tears.

Music, In A Foreign Language

In a cafe, once more I heard
Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes.
Do they not say that you spoke your native Greek
With an English accent?

The City Of Choan

© Ezra Pound

The Three Mountains fall through the far heaven,
The isle of White Heron
splits the two streams apart.
Now the high clouds cover the sun
And I can not see Choan afar
And I am sad.

The Temple

To leave the earth was my wish, and no will stayed my rising.
Early, before sun had filled the roads with carts
Conveying folk to weddings and to murders;
Before men left their selves of sleep, to wander
In the dark of the world like whipped beasts.