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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lines that I before have writ do lie
© William Shakespeare
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Ev'n those that said I could not love you dearer,Yet then my judgement knew no reason whyMy most full flame should afterwards burn clearer
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So shall I live, supposing thou art true
© William Shakespeare
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband, so love's faceMay still seem love to me, though alter'd new:Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
© William Shakespeare
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,And I will comment upon that offence,Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,Against thy reasons making no defence
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
© William Shakespeare
No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Let not my love be call'd idolatry
© William Shakespeare
Let not my love be call'd idolatryNor my belovèd as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so
Shakespeare's Sonnets: How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
© William Shakespeare
How oft when thou, my music, music play'stUpon that blessèd wood whose motion soundsWith thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'stThe wiry concord that mine ear confounds,Do I envy those jacks that nimble leapTo kiss the tender inward of thy hand,Whil'st my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand
Shakespeare's Sonnets: For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
© William Shakespeare
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,Who for thy self art so unprovident
The Merchant of Venice (excerpts): How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank
© William Shakespeare
Lorenzo: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank; Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears
Marmion: Canto 6
© Sir Walter Scott
Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower,To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp'd on Flodden edge:The white pavilions made a show,Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge
Last Rites
© Scott Francis Reginald
Within his tent of pain and oxygenThis man is dying; grave, he mutters prayers,Stares at the bedside altar through the screens,Lies still for invocation and for hands
The Sea Change
© Rowley Rosemarie
Lost in the crenellations of the sea waveA shell, a limpet, hugs the graining sandPassive, quiet, with bent and covered head,Enduring all. Beneath the tough rim, blind.
Buried Life, The
© Matthew Arnold
Ah! well for us, if even we,
Even for a moment, can get free
Our heart, and have our lips unchain'd;
For that which seals them hath been deep-ordain'd!
A Prayer for Yeats's Son
© Rowley Rosemarie
Once more the mob is howling and half hidUnder the cupola of the dustbin lidMy child screams on: there is no obstacleSave Paul's edict and the seven bare hillsWhereby the television, and unrestBred in the church for centuries, can be stayedAnd for an hour I have walked and prayedBecause there is no room for my kind
Flight into Reality
© Rowley Rosemarie
Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury
Inaugural Poem
© Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
Tantramar Revisited
© Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow;Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and winter, and frost;Many and many a sorrow has all but died from remembrance,Many a dream of joy fall'n in the shadow of pain
The Iceberg
© Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
I was spawned from the glacier,A thousand miles due northBeyond Cape Chidley;And the spawning,When my vast, wallowing bulk went under,Emerged and heaved aloft,Shaking down cataracts from its rocking sides,With mountainous surge and thunderOutraged the silence of the Arctic sea
