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The Beggar's Soliloquy

© George Meredith

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Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer,

To the Memory of the Household It DescribesThis Poem is Dedicated by the Author"As the Spirit of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits, which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine light of the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as the Celestial Fire drives away dark spirits, so also this our fire of Wood doth the same."
Cor. Agrippa, Occult Philosophy, Book I, ch. v.
"Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

from Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, lines 695-768

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 4

© Christopher Smart

Tho' toad I am the object of man's hate.
Yet better am I than a reprobate. who has the worst of prospects.
For there are stones, whose constituent particles are little toads.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 3

© Christopher Smart

For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment A

© Christopher Smart

Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb.

For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (excerpt, Jubilate Agno)

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 1

© Christopher Smart

Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers.

A Song To David

© Christopher Smart

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O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne,
With harp of high majestic tone,
To praise the King of kings;

The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I

© Richard Savage

The solar fires now faint and wat'ry burn,
Just where with ice Aquarius frets his urn!
If thaw'd, forth issue, from its mouth severe,
Raw clouds, that sadden all th' inverted year.

Behind The Gates Of The Wealthy

© Du Fu

Behind the gates of the wealthy
food lies rotting from waste
Outside it's the poor
who lie frozen to death

The Voices

© John Greenleaf Whittier

"WHY urge the long, unequal fight,
Since Truth has fallen in the street,
Or lift anew the trampled light,
Quenched by the heedless million's feet?

From The Woolworth Tower

© Sara Teasdale

Vivid with love, eager for greater beauty
Out of the night we come
Into the corridor, brilliant and warm.
A metal door slides open,

Book Sixth [Cambridge and the Alps]

A passing word erewhile did lightly touch
On wanderings of my own, that now embraced
With livelier hope a region wider far.

Paradise Lost : Book XII.

© John Milton

As one who in his journey bates at noon,

Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused

Venus' Runaway

Beauties, have ye seen this toy,
Called Love, a little boy,
Almost naked, wanton, blind;
Cruel now, and then as kind?
If he be amongst ye, say?
He is Venus' runaway.

Sonnet XXIX: Like Some Weak Lords

Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings,
To keep themselves and their chief cities free,
Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be
Ready to store their camps of needful things:

Sapientia Lunae

The wisdom of the world said unto me:
"_Go forth and run, the race is to the brave;
Perchance some honour tarrieth for thee!_"
"As tarrieth," I said, "for sure, the grave."
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.