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Anhelli - Chapter 9
© Juliusz Slowacki
And when the Shaman was about to go forth with Anhelli under the stars,
having comforted some of the prisoners,
he heard a great clanking in one of the corridors.
Stanzas to Cynthio
© Amelia Opie
As o'er the sands the youthful Cynthio strayed,
Moist from the wave he saw a pebble shine,
While, with its borrowed lustre charmed, he said
"Henceforth this sparkling treasure shall be mine."
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 20
© William Langland
Thanne as I wente by the way, whan I was thus awaked,
Hevy chered I yede, and elenge in herte;
Feminine
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
She might have known it in the earlier Spring,-
That all my heart with vague desire was stirred;
And, ere the Summer winds had taken wing,
I told her; but she smiled and said no word.
A Lament For Adonis
© Sappho
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!
Ah, what shall we do?
O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,
The greenwood through!
Were My Bosom As False as Thou Deem'st It To Be
© George Gordon Byron
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be,
I need not have wander'd from far Galilee;
It was but abjuring my creed to efface
The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race.
Hymn I
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O THOU, whose presence went before
Our fathers in their weary way,
As with Thy chosen moved of yore
The fire by night, the cloud by day!
The Complaint of Nature
© John Logan
Few are thy days and full of woe,
O man of woman born!
Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
And shalt to dust return."
Answering The Grumblers
© Edgar Albert Guest
When night time comes an' I can go
Back to the folks who love me so,
An' see 'em smile an' hear 'em sing,
An' feel their kisses, then, by jing!
I vow this world is mighty fine
An' run upon a great design.
The Bridal of Pennacook
© John Greenleaf Whittier
No bridge arched thy waters save that where the trees
Stretched their long arms above thee and kissed in the breeze:
No sound save the lapse of the waves on thy shores,
The plunging of otters, the light dip of oars.
To Catullus
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Would that you were alive today, Catullus!
Truth tis, there is a filthy skunk amongst us,
A rank musk-idiot, the filthiest skunk,
Of no least sorry use on earth, but only
Fit in fancy to justify the outlay
Of your most horrible vocabulary.
Loneliness
© Sappho
Set are the Pleiades; the Moon is down
And midnight dark on high.
The hours, the hours, drift by,
And here I lie,
Alone
A Piccaninny.
© James Brunton Stephens
LO by the "humpy" door a smockless Venus!
Unblushing bronze, she shrinks not, having seen us,
The Yankee Girl
© John Greenleaf Whittier
She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,
Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;
With a music as sweet as the music which seems
Breathed softly and faintly in the ear of our dreams!
L'Idole.. Sonnet Du Trou Du Cul
© Arthur Rimbaud
Obscur et froncé comme un oeillet violet
Il respire, humblement tapi parmi la mousse.
Humide encor d'amour qui suit la fuite douce
Des Fesses blanches jusqu'au coeur de son ourlet.
Empty
© Ada Cambridge
Can this be my poem?-this poor fragment
Of bald thought in meanest language dressed!
Can this string of rhymes be my sweep poem?
All its poetry wholly unexpressed!
The Ants
© John Clare
What wonder strikes the curious, while he views
The black ant's city, by a rotten tree,
