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Song of Fortune VI
© Khalil Gibran
I call for him with the voice of
Knowledge and the song of Wisdom.
He does not hearken, for Substance
Has enticed him into the dungeon
Of selfishness, where avarice dwells.
Titian
© Vachel Lindsay
Would that such hills and cities round us sang,
Such vistas of the actual earth and man
Aien Aristeuein (Motto of St. Andrews University)
© Robert Fuller Murray
Ever to be the best. To lead
In whatsoever things are true;
Lonesome
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
MOTHER's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two,
An', oh, the house is lonesome ez a nest whose birds has flew
Reason and Passion XV
© Khalil Gibran
And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion."
The Complaints Of The Poor
© Robert Southey
And wherefore do the Poor complain?
The rich man asked of me,--
Come walk abroad with me, I said
And I will answer thee.
Washington McNeely
© Edgar Lee Masters
Rich, honored by my fellow citizens,
The father of many children, born of a noble mother,
Pleasure XXIV
© Khalil Gibran
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure."
Horace. Book II. Ode X.
© William Cowper
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach,
So shalt thou live beyond the reach
Of adverse fortune's power;
Not always tempt the distant deep,
Nor always timorously creep
Along the treacherous shore.
Peace XVIII
© Khalil Gibran
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field
Contrary Theses (II)
© Wallace Stevens
One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;
Even the leaves of the locust were yellow then,
On Pain
© Khalil Gibran
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
Leave Me, My Blamer XIII
© Khalil Gibran
Advise me not, my blamer, for
Calamities have opened my heart and
Tears have cleanses my eyes, and
Errors have taught me the language
Of the hearts.
The Mower
© Philip Larkin
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
At Oxford
© William Lisle Bowles
Bereave me not of Fancy's shadowy dreams,
Which won my heart, or when the gay career
The Affliction Of Richard
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Love not too much. But how,
When thou hast made me such,
