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When the French Band Plays
© Anonymous
THERE'S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons,
In a certain nameless city's quaint old square.
Prometheus
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Prometheus stole from Heaven the sacred fire
And swept to earth with it o'er land and sea.
He lit the vestal flames of poesy,
Content, for this, to brave celestial ire.
Epitaph On Thomas Parnell
© Oliver Goldsmith
THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
May speak our gratitude, but not his fame.
Reincarnation
© Madison Julius Cawein
High in the place of outraged liberty,
He ruled the world, an emperor and god
His iron armies swept the land and sea,
And conquered nations trembled at his nod.
And What Have You To Say?
© Henry Lawson
I MIND the days when ladies fair
Helped on my overcoat,
And tucked the silken handkerchief
About my precious throat;
They used to see the poets soul
In every song I wrote.
Rimas XXXVII
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
iAntes que tu me morire: escondido
En las entranas ya
El hierro llevo con que abrio tu mano
La ancha herida mortal!
Equipment
© Edgar Albert Guest
Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say "I can."
Testamentum Amoris
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I cannot raise my eyelids up from sleep,
But I am visited with thoughts of you;
Slumber has no refreshment half so deep
As the sweet morn, that wakes my heart anew.
The Woman Who Went To Hell [An Irish Legend]
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Young Dermod stood by his mother's side,
And he spake right stern and cold;
Now, why do you weep and wail," he said,
And joy from my bride withhold ?
On A Falling Group In The Last Judgment Of Michael Angelo, In The Cappella Sistina
© Washington Allston
How vast, how dread, o'erwhelming, is the thought
Of space interminable! to the soul
Song
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
O FLY not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
For my heart no measure
Knows, nor other treasure
To buy a garland for my love to-day.
Soul
© Boris Pasternak
My mournful soul, you, sorrowing
For all my friends around,
You have become the burial vault
Of all those hounded down.
In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At La Chaudeau,--'tis long since then:
I was young,--my years twice ten;
All things smiled on the happy boy,
Dreams of love and songs of joy,
Azure of heaven and wave below,
At La Chaudeau.
"I touched the heart that loved me as a player"
© Alice Meynell
The songs I knew not he resumes, set free
From my constraining love, alas for me!
His part in our tune goes with him; my part
Is locked in me for ever; I stand as mute
As one with full strong music in his heart
Whose fingers stray upon a shattered lute.
Dad's a Millionaire
© Henry Clay Work
Hurrah! hurrah! now give us a rousing song-
Good bye! good bye! to poverty, want and care;
The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,
And Dad's a millionaire!
At A Dinner To General Grant
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
JULY 31, 1865
WHEN treason first began the strife
England
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Shall we but turn from braggart pride
Our race to cheapen and defame?
Before the world to wail, to chide,
And weakness as with vaunting claim?
karuu.N na yaad
© Ahmad Faraz
magar vo zuud_faraamosh zuud ranj bhii hai
ke ruuTh jaaye agar yaad kuchh dilaa_uu.N use
