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Hiroshima Child

© Nazim Hikmet

I come and stand at every door
But none can hear my silent tread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead

Motes In The Sunbeams

© Charles Lamb

The motes up and down in the sun
Ever restlessly moving we see;
Whereas the great mountains stand still,
Unless terrible earthquakes there be.

When The Duke of Clarence Died

LET US sing in tear-choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went,
Just to make a royal sorrow rather more pre-eminent.
Ladies sighed and sobbed and drivelledtoadies spoke with bated breath,
And the banners floating half-mast made a mockery of death,
And they said Australia sorrowed for the Princes deaththey lied!
She had done with kings and princes ere the Duke of Clarence died.

The Visions Of Bellay

© Edmund Spenser

IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downe

From heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,

To Perdita, Singing

© James Russell Lowell

Thy voice is like a fountain
Leaping up in sunshine bright,
And I never weary counting
Its clear droppings, lone and single,
Or when in one full gush they mingle,
Shooting in melodious light.

Lines On Seeing My Wife And Two Children Sleeping In The Same Chamber

© Thomas Hood

And has the earth lost its so spacious round,
The sky its blue circumference above,
That in this little chamber there is found
Both earth and heavenmy universe of love!

Martha And Mary

© John Newton

Martha her love and joy expressed
By care to entertain her guest;
While Mary sat to hear her Lord,
And could not bear to lose a word.

Sonnet XCVI: Life the Beloved

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

As thy friend's face, with shadow of soul o'erspread,

Somewhile unto thy sight perchance hath been

Love

© Jones Very

I asked of Time to tell me where was Love;

He pointed to her foot-steps on the snow,

Hormigas

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

A la cálida vida que transcurre canora
con garbo de mujer sin letras ni antifaces,
a la invicta belleza que salva y que enamora,
responde, en la embriaguez de la encantada hora,
un encono de hormigas en mis venas voraces.

The Heathen Chinee

© Francis Bret Harte

Which I wish to remark,
And my language is plain,
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar,
Which the same I would rise to explain.

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto I.

Preludes.

I The Impossibility

Genesis BK XVI

© Caedmon

(ll. 918-924) And unto Eve God spake in wrath: "Turn thee from
joy! Thou shalt live under man's dominion, sore smitten with
fear before him. With bitter sorrow shalt thou expiate thy sin,
waiting for death, bringing forth sons and daughters in the world
with grief and tears and lamentation."

Don Juan: Canto The Twelfth

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that

Which is most barbarous is the middle age

The Parting Song

THE noon of summer sheds its ray
On Harvard's holy ground;
The Matron calls, the sons obey,
And gather smiling round.

The Ash Grove

Half of the grove stood dead, and those that yet lived made
Little more than the dead ones made of shade.
If they led to a house, long before they had seen its fall:
But they welcomed me; I was glad without cause and delayed.