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"That ancient tree, dont let it fall"

© Hans Christian Andersen

That ancient tree, dont let it fall

Until old age is knelling;

The Poor Girl's Meditation

© Padraic Colum

I AM sitting here

Since the moon rose in the night,

Badger

© John Clare

When midnight comes a host of dogs and men
Go out and track the badger to his den,
And put a sack within the hole, and lie
Till the old grunting badger passes by.

In Fountain Court

© Arthur Symons

The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep
The light of June;
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
The peace of June.

Summer Evening

© John Clare

The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,

Twowere immortal twice

© Emily Dickinson

Twowere immortal twice
The privilege of few
Eternityobtainedin Time
Reversed Divinity

Sonnett - XV

© James Russell Lowell

THE SAME CONTINUED

Once hardly in a cycle blossometh

Autumn Birds

© John Clare

The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
And heron slow as if it might be caught.
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly.

Phyllis An Damon

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Lehre mich, o Damon, singen,
Singen, wie du trunken singst.
Lass auch mich dir Lieder bringen,
Wie du mir begeistert bringst.
Wie du mich willst ewig singen,
Moecht auch ich dich ewig singen.

And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

The Parisian Orgy

© Arthur Rimbaud

O cowards! There she is!
Pile out into the stations!
The sun with its fiery lungs blew clear
the boulevards that, one evening,
the Barbarians filled.

Christmass

© John Clare

Christmass is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
Een want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi a holly bough

The Time For Deeds

We have boasted our courage in moments of ease,
Our star-spangled banner we've flung on the breeze;
We have taught men to cheer for its beauty and worth,
And have called it the flag of the bravest on earth
Now the dark days are here, we must stand to the test.
Oh, God! let us prove we are true to our best!

The Winter's Spring

© John Clare

The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to pleaseno bees to hum
The coming spring's already come.

A Short Song of Congratulation

LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty
Ling'ring year at last has flown,
Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty
Great Sir John, are all your own.

I Am

© John Clare

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost,
I am the self-consumer of my woes
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love's frenzied, stifled throes
And yet I am, and livelike vapors tossed