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Self And Soul

© Madison Julius Cawein

It came to me in my sleep,
And I rose from my sleep and went
Out in the night to weep,
Over the bristling bent.
With my soul, it seemed, I stood
Alone in a moaning wood.

I Have a Fire for You in my Mouth

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals
on my tongue.
The flames which I have in my heart would make one mouth-
ful of both worlds.

Absolution II

© Edith Nesbit

UNBIND thine eyes, with thine own soul confer,

Look on the sins that made thy life unclean,

I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became
intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul.
For the sake of Solomons seal I became wax in all my body,
and in order to become illumined I rubbed my wax.

A Tale Of The Airly Days

© James Whitcomb Riley

Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days--

Of the times as they ust to be;

Every day I bear a burden

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;

In Glencullen

© John Millington Synge

Thrush, linnet, stare and wren,

Brown lark beside the sun,

The Old Wooden Cradle

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle
The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.
No more to its motion o'er sleep's fairy ocean,
Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide.

Bring Wine

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
By loves soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the
sun, for I care aught but love.

On The Bus

© Aldous Huxley

Sitting on the top of the 'bus,

I bite my pipe and look at the sky.

On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657

© Andrew Marvell

Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,
Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome
Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:

Autumn Days

© Lord Alfred Douglas

I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.

Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment

© Andrew Marvell

Nec sterilem te crede; Licet, mulieribus exul,
Falcem virginiae nequeas immitere messi,
Et nostro peccare modo. Tibi Fama perenne
Praegnabit; rapiesque novem de monse Sorores;
Et pariet modulos Echo repetita Nepotes.

Early Summer.

© Robert Crawford

The light is silent on the greeny sward,
And from a bough above the wild dove's coo
Steals on the ear like a dream-dewy word,
Or the voice of one of a faery crew.

Epigramma in Duos montes Amosclivum Et Bilboreum

Farfacio.Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limite campum
Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique juga!
Ille stat indomitus turritis undisque saxis:
Cingit huic laetum Fraximus alta Caput.

Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2

Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2.
Stet quicunque volet potens
Aulae culmine lubrico &c.

After The Surprising Conversions

September twenty-second, Sir: today

I answer. In the latter part of May,

In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell

Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit,
At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt.
In eandem Reginae Sueciae transmissam
Bellipotens Virgo, septem Regina Trionum.