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Atomyriades
© Piet Hein
Nature, it seems is the popular name
for milliards and milliards and milliards
of particles playing their infinite game
of billiards and billiards and billiards.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto VI.
© Sir Walter Scott
XI
Albert Graeme.
It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.
Paradise Lost : Book VII.
© John Milton
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name
If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine
Liberty Rejected
© William Watson
About this heart thou hast
Thy chains made fast,
And think'st thou I would be
Therefrom set free,
And forth unbound be cast?
Hymn To Aphrodite
© Sappho
Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!
Child of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee
Toward the Temple of Heaped Fragrance
© Wang Wei
Not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance,
Under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered
The Enquiry
© Charles Harpur
O SAY, if into sudden storm
Some future cloud we may not shun
Should burst, and Loves bright world deform,
His and your Poet leaving one
Scorning and scorned of heartless men,
Beloved, would you love me then?
They Say:
© Victor Marie Hugo
They say:"Be prudent" - and then comes this dithyramb:
Who thinks to strike Nero
"Tiptoes in and does not first cry out an iamb
"Nor make a bugle blow
Greeting Poem
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There was a sound in the wind to-day,
Like a joyous cymbal ringing!
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LXIV
"For lo a knight, that had a gate to ward,
The Bowge of Courte
© John Skelton
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne
On Tradition
© Franklin Pierce Adams
LINES PROVOKED BY HEARING A YOUNG MAN WHISTLING
No carmine radical in Art,
The Wound
© Gwen Harwood
The tenth day, and they give
my mirror back. Who knows
how to drink pain, and live?
I look, and the glass shows
the truth, fine as a hair,
of the scalpel's wounding care.
Irony
© Roderic Quinn
ALL night a great wind blew across the land,
Come fresh from wild and salty seas,
With many voices loud and low
Appealing to the sympathies
To His Mistress
© Ovid
YOUR husband will be with us at the Treat;
May that be the last Supper he shall Eat.
A Sigh
© Mathilde Blind
SILENT, I sat within the boat,
The earth and sea were still;
The mist wrapped softly, fold on fold,
O'er wood, and dale, and hill:
