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Scenes Of The Mind

© Aldous Huxley

I have run where festival was loud

With drum and brass among the crowd

The night is passing. In a few short hours
I too shall suffer for the name of Christ.
A boundless exaltation lifts my soul!
I know that they who left us, Saturus,
Perpetua, and the other blessed ones,
Await me at the opening gates of heaven.

Nell and John

© Matthew Prior

When Nell, given o'er by the doctor, was dying,
And John at the chimney stood decently crying,
'Tis in vain said the woman to make such ado,
For to our long home we must all of us go.

A Wreath Of Immortelles

© Ambrose Bierce

Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people tried
To push from power, here is laid aside.
Death only from the bench could ever start
The sluggish load of his immortal part.

Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Garlands upon his grave
And flowers upon his hearse,
And to the tender heart and brave
The tribute of this verse.

I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place

© Louise Labe

I flee the city, temples, and each place
where you took pleasure in your own lament,
where you used every forceful argument
to make me yield what I could not replace.

Sonnet LXIV

© Charlotte Turner Smith

HERE from the restless bed of lingering pain
The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave,
And feels returning health and hope again
Disperse 'the gathering shadows of the grave!'

Her Hair

© James Whitcomb Riley

The beauty of her hair bewilders me--

Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide

To The Same Flower

© William Wordsworth

PLEASURES newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet:
February last, my heart
First at sight of thee was glad;

The Afterglow

© Henry Lawson

OH, for the fire that used to glow

In those my days of old!

The Missionary - Canto Fifth

© William Lisle Bowles

Three years have passed since a fond husband left
Me and this infant, of his love bereft;
Him I have followed; need I tell thee more,
Cast helpless, friendless, hopeless, on this shore.

Down Zhongnan Mountain

© Li Po

Down the blue mountain in the evening,
Moonlight was my homeward escort.
Looking back, I saw my path
Lie in levels of deep shadow....

A Romance

© Daniil Ivanovich Kharms

He looks at me with a madman's eyes
It's your house and porch I know so well.
He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.

FromThe Arabic: An Imitation

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
My faint spirit was sitting in the light
Of thy looks, my love;
It panted for thee like the hind at noon

Maureen

O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes,

Girl of my choice, Maureen!

The Approach Of Christmas

There's a little chap at our house that is being mighty good--
Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the way we've said he should;
Doesn't leave his little wagon, when he's finished with his play,
On the sidewalk as he used to; now he puts it right away.
When we call him in to supper, we don't have to stand and shout;
It is getting on to Christmas and it's plain he's found it out.

Man and his Makers

1.
I am one of the wind's stories,
I am a fancy of the rain,-
A memory of the high noon's glories,
The hint the sunset had of pain.

Aux arbres

Arbres de la forêt, vous connaissez mon âme!
Au gré des envieux, la foule loue et blâme ;
Vous me connaissez, vous! - vous m'avez vu souvent,
Seul dans vos profondeurs, regardant et rêvant.

The Lady Poverty

The Lady Poverty was fair:
But she has lost her looks of late,
With change of times and change of air.
Ah slattern, she neglects her hair,
Her gown, her shoes. She keeps no state
As once when her pure feet were bare.