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Gipsies' Horses
© William Henry Ogilvie
Many a time I've wondered where the gipsies horses go
When the caravans have faded from the lanes;
When all the world of Romany lies buried in the snow,
And not a rose of any fire remains.
On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder'd By Richardson
© Phillis Wheatley
In heavens eternal court it was decreed
How the first martyr for the cause should bleed
The Childless Woman
© Harriet Monroe
O Mother of that heap of clay, so passive on your breast,
Now do you stare at death, woman, who yesterday were blest?
Sonnet XI
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Not on the low or lofty, great or small,
Should justice fix for judgment; the true soul,
Which sways its own world in serene control,
Highest or humblest--such the Masters call
Shall summon upward, with its deep "well done,"
And the just Father crown his faithful son!
Fragment I
© Giacomo Leopardi
I round the threshold wandering here,
Vainly the tempest and the rain invoke,
That they may keep my lady prisoner.
The East Wind Blows Over the Water
© Li Yu
The east wind blows over the water, the sun sits by the hill,
Though spring has come, the idleness persists.
Homage To Sextus Propertius - IX
© Ezra Pound
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The twisted rhombs ceased their clamour of accompaniment;
The scorched laurel lay in the fire-dust;
The moon still declined to descend out of heaven,
Spring
© Boris Pasternak
This spring the world is new and different;
More lively is the sparrows' riot.
I do not even try expressing it,
How full my soul is and how quiet.
Books And Thoughts
© Aldous Huxley
Old ghosts that death forgot to ferry
Across the Lethe of the years -
Sonnet XVII. To Sir Henry Vane The Younger
© John Milton
Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old,
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms repell'd
The fierce Epirot and the African bold,
Akash Bhara Surya Tara Biswabhara Pran (Translation)
© Rabindranath Tagore
And in Wonder and Amazement I Sing
The sky is full of the sun and the stars
The Wife A-Lost
© William Barnes
Since I noo mwore do zee your feäce,
Up steärs or down below,
I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleäce,
Where flat-bough'd beech do grow;
On The Completion Of A Royal Palace
© Confucius
On yonder banks a palace, lo! upshoots,
The tender blue of southern hill behind;
Firm-founded, like the bamboo's clamping roots;
Its roof made pine-like, to a point defined.
Fraternal love here bears its precious fruits,
And unfraternal schemes be ne'er designed!
A Song of Defeat
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The line breaks and the guns go under,
The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;
"`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked"
© Alfred Austin
`The smiling slopes with olive groves bedecked,
Now darkly green, now, as the breeze did stir,
Spectral and white, as though the air were flecked
With elfin branches laced with gossamer;
Der Irrtum
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Den Hund im Arm, mit blossen Bruesten,
Sah Lotte frech herab.
Wie mancher liess sichs nicht geluesten,
Dass er ihr Blicke gab.
Black Slippers: Bellotti
© Ezra Pound
At the table beyond us
With her little suede slippers off,
With her white-stocking'd feet
Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin,
She converses:
