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A Cross-Road Epitaph

© Amy Levy

"Am Kreuzweg wird begraben
Wer selber brachte sich um."
When first the world grew dark to me
I call'd on God, yet came not he.

When my love did what I would not, what I would not

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.
Love is blind!"

Dedication - Songs of Labor

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I WOULD the gift I offer here

Might graces from thy favor take,

We Never Said Farewell

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

WE never said farewell, nor even looked
Our last upon each other, for no sign
Was made when we the linkèd chain unhooked
And broke the level line.

The Needless Alarm. A Tale

© William Cowper

Moral
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have passd away.

Strange Power, I know not what thou art,
Murderer or mistress of my heart.
I know I'd rather meet the blow
Of my most unrelenting foe
Than live---as now I live---to be
Slain twenty times a day by thee.

Bakhchisaray

© Adam Mickiewicz

Those halls of the Gireys - still vast and great! -
Are galleries where desolation falls;
Those varicolored domes, those crumbling halls
Where proud pashas upon rich divans sate:

The Witch

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

I HAVE walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
And the way was hard and long.

To M. T.

© James Bayard Taylor

THOUGH thy constant love I share,
Yet its gift is rarer;
In my youth I thought thee fair:
Thou art older and fairer!

The Other Side of a Mirror

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Her lips were open - not a sound
Came though the parted lines of red,
Whate'er it was, the hideous wound
In silence and secret bled.
No sigh relieved her speechless woe,
She had no voice to speak her dread.

Divinitie

© George Herbert

As men, for fear the starres should sleep and nod,
And trip at night, have spheres supplied;
As if a starre were duller than a clod,
Which knows his way without a guide;

Punctilio

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and oer precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho I felt a secret fear

The Welcome

© Abraham Cowley

Go, let the fatted calf be kill'd;
My prodigal's come home at last,
With noble resolutions fill'd,
And fill'd with sorrow for the past:
No more will burn with love or wine;
But quite has left his women and his swine.

Our Lady

MOTHER of God! no lady thou:
Common woman of common earth
Our Lady ladies call thee now,
But Christ was never of gentle birth;
A common man of the common earth.

Larghetto

Grant me but a day, love,
But a day,
Ere I give my heart,
My heart away,
Ere I say the word
I'll ne'er unsay.

A Letter To A Friend

The past is like a story

I have listened to in dreams

I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief

I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief.
Thou canst not bring the old days back again;
For I was happy then,
Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief.