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The Cloud Messenger - Part 03
© Kalidasa
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:
you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are
furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you
produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made
of gemstones; you are lofty, their rooftops touch the sky;
The Song Of Hiawatha XVII: The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Full of wrath was Hiawatha
When he came into the village,
"Youth with swift feet walks onward in the way"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Youth with swift feet walks onward in the way,
The land of joy lies all before his eyes;
Age, stumbling, lingers slower day by day,
Still looking back, for it behind him lies.
The Chaplain
© Edgar Albert Guest
He was just a small church parson when the war broke out, and he
Looked and dressed and acted like all parsons that we see.
He wore the cleric's broadcloth and he hooked his vest behind,
But he had a man's religion and he had a strong man's mind,
And he heard the call to duty, and he quit his church and went,
And he bravely tramped right with 'em everywhere the boys were sent.
An Italian To Italy
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Along the coast of those bright seas,
Where sternly fought of old
The Pisan and the Genoese,
Into the evening gold
Who Is A Christian?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Who is a Christian in this Christian land
Of many churches and of lofty spires?
Not he who sits in soft upholstered pews
Bought by the profits of unholy greed,
The Sister's Expostulation On The Brother's Learning Latin
© Charles Lamb
Shut these odious books up, brother;
They have made you quite another
The Forsaken
© William Wordsworth
The peace which others seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longest last;
Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind
An amnesty for what is past;
A Poem On The Last Day - Book II
© Edward Young
Now man awakes, and from his silent bed,
Where he has slept for ages, lifts his head;
Shakes off the slumber of ten thousand years,
And on the borders of new worlds appears.
Whate'er the bold, the rash adventure cost,
In wide Eternity I dare be lost.
The Song Of The Free
© Swami Vivekananda
The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion's rage.
Fabula Distica
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
La pobre carne, frente a ti, se alza
como brincó de los dedos divinos:
religiosa, frenética y descalza.
The Hoodoo
© James Whitcomb Riley
Owned a pair o' skates onc't.--Traded
Fer 'em,--stropped 'em on and waded
The Word of The Silence
© Sri Aurobindo
A bare impersonal hush is now my mind,
A world of sight clear and inimitable,
A volume of silence by a Godhead signed,
A greatness pure, virgin of will.
The Peach
© Charles Lamb
Mamma gave us a single peach,
She shared it among seven;
Now you may think that unto each
But a small piece was given.
The Death Of Ben Hall
© William Henry Ogilvie
Ben Hall was out on Lachlans side
With a thousand pounds on his head;
A score of troopers were scattered wide
And a hundred more were ready to ride
Wherever a rumour led.
The Soul.
© Robert Crawford
A soul came up to God, and said:
"Give me not human birth
Again oh! send me not to tread
The solitude of Earth;
August
© John Payne
AUGUST, thou monarch of the mellow noon,
That with thy sceptre smit'st the teeming plain
Un Laconico Grito
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Mi corazón te dice: "Rosa intacta,
vas dibujada en mi con un dibujo
incólume, e irradias en mi sombra
como un diamante en un raso de lujo."
