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Hymn 127
© Isaac Watts
"Come hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heav'nly home.
Hymn 123
© Isaac Watts
Behold the wretch whose lust and wine
Had wasted his estate,
He begs a share among the swine,
To taste the husks they eat!
Hymn 120
© Isaac Watts
Faith is the brightest evidence
Of things beyond our sight,
Breaks through the clouds of flesh and sense,
And dwells in heav'nly light.
Hymn 114
© Isaac Watts
Gentiles by nature, we belong
To the wild olive wood;
Grace took us from the barren tree,
And grafts us in the good.
Hymn 110
© Isaac Watts
There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
Hymn 105
© Isaac Watts
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father hath prepared
For those that love the Son.
Sleep
© Charles Bukowski
she was a short one
getting fat and she had once been
beautiful and
she drank the wine
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today
© Charles Bukowski
lonely as a dry and used orchard
spread over the earth
for use and surrender.
Hot
© Charles Bukowski
she was hot, she was so hot
I didn't want anybody else to have her,
and if I didn't get home on time
she'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that-
Let It Enfold You
© Charles Bukowski
when i was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb,unsophisticated.
I had bad blood,a twisted
mind, a pecarious
upbringing.
Tz'u No. 5
© Li Ching Chao
I always remember the sunset
over the pavilion by the river,
so tipsy we could not find our way home.
Tz'u No. 2 (Wine Joy)
© Li Ching Chao
To the tune "As in a Dream"I have long remembered
the pavilion
on the stream
the falling sun
Tz'u No. 11
© Li Ching Chao
It was far into the night when, intoxicated,
I took off my ornaments;
The plum flower withered in my hair.
To the Tune
© Li Ching Chao
Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early.
In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed,
But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill.
I put plum blossoms in my hair.
To Lord Hu
© Li Ching Chao
I send blood-stained tears to the mountains and rivers of home,
And sprinkle a cup of earth on East Mountain.
I imagine when Your Lordship, His Majesty's envoy, upholding the Imperial spirit,
passes through our two capitals, K'ai Feng and Lo Yang,
Thousands of people would line the streets and present tea and broth
to welcome you....
A Morning Dream
© Li Ching Chao
Although this might not help the Emperor to govern,
It is endless happiness.
The life of men could be like this.
Defence of Fort M'Henry
© Francis Scott Key
Tune -- ANACREON IN HEAVEN
O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
I Only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee
© Howard Nemerov
I tell you that I see her still
At the dark entrance of the hall.
One gas lamp burning near her shoulder
Shone also from her other side
The Lobster
© Howard Nemerov
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank
Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water
Running down a glass washboard at one end
And siphoned off at the other, and so
