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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Old memories are sweet, but these are new
And smart like wounds yet green. But one there is
Which, for the cause that it was dear to you
Songs Of Education: IV. Citizenship
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
How slowly learns the child at school
The names of all the nobs that rule
From Ponsonby to Pennant;
Ere his bewildered mind find rest,
Knowing his host can be a Guest,
His landlord is a Tennant.
Let Me Think
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
You ask me about that country whose details now escape me,
I don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.
And should I visit it in memory,
It would be as I would a past lover,
Times O Year
© William Barnes
Here did swäy the eltrot flow'rs,
When the hours o' night wer vew,
An' the zun, wi' eärly beams
Brighten'd streams, an' dried the dew,
An' the goocoo there did greet
Passers by wi' dousty veet.
Aunt Sally Speaks
© Kenneth Allott
Who have been educated out of naive responses,
The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of class
Knowing that everywhere man has the same clock face,
the same moody defences
Two Mericana Men
© Thomas Augustine Daly
So now all times we speaka so
Like gooda Merican:
He say to me, "Good morna, Joe,"
I say, "Good morn, Dan."
Goblins
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The night is holy and haunted,
Asleep in a vale of June.
Stillness and earth--smell mingle
With the beams' unearthly boon.--
Yet a terror is fallen upon me
From the other side of the moon.
Rich Man And Lazarus
© Arthur Symons
All my wealth I would give,
I would give all my fame,
For a woman who would kiss me
And call me by my name.
Barbara Allen's Cruelty
© Thomas Percy
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,
There was a faire maid dwellin,
Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!
Her name was Barbara Allen.
Flowers
© Arthur Rimbaud
Like a god with huge blue eyes and limbs of snow,
the sea and sky lure to the marble terraces
the throng of roses, young and strong.
To Whittier: On HIs Seventy-Fifth Birthday
© James Russell Lowell
New England's poet, rich in love as years,
Her hills and valleys praise thee, her swift brooks
Railway Station
© Boris Pasternak
My dear railway station, my treasure
Of meetings and partings, my friend
In times of hard trials and pleasure,
Your favours have been without end.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 02
© Torquato Tasso
XVI
Soon was the prey out of their hands recovered,
Maiden Lips.
© Robert Crawford
O Sweet, thy lips, how sweet their kisses are!
Rarer than rosy dewdrops amorous
That in the lily's tender bosom fall,
So magical with beauty they so breathe of thee.
En hiver la terre pleure
© Victor Marie Hugo
En hiver la terre pleure ;
Le soleil froid, pâle et doux,
Vient tard, et part de bonne heure,
Ennuyé du rendez-vous.
A Storm in the Mountains
© Charles Harpur
Portentous silence! Time keeps breathing past
Yet it continues! May this marvel last?
This wild weird silence in the midst of gloom
So manifestly big with latent doom?
Tingles the boding ear; and up the glens
Instinctive dread comes howling from the wild-dogs dens.
Sheep
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
LIKE the slow thunder of long seas on the height
Where God has set no sea,
Voices of folded sheep in the quiet of night
Came on the wind to me.
