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The Resurrection

© Giacomo Leopardi

I thought I had forever lost,
Alas, though still so young,
The tender joys and sorrows all,
That unto youth belong;

The Landmarks

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.
THROUGH the streets of Marblehead
Fast the red-winged terror sped;

Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain?
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.

A mademoiselle Louise B.

© Victor Marie Hugo

Ô vous l'âme profonde ! ô vous la sainte lyre !
Vous souvient-il des temps d'extase et de délire,
Et des jeux triomphants,
Et du soir qui tombait des collines prochaines ?
Vous souvient-il des jours ? Vous souvient-il des chênes
Et des petits enfants ?

The Independent Bee

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Her Majesty wore an angry frown,
In fact, her Majesty's foot was down -
Her Majesty sulked - declined to sup -
In short, her Majesty's back was up.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Her foot was down and her back was up!

The Gecko

© Leon Gellert

The Gecko lying on his stone

Is always very much alone,

In Praise Of Johnny Applseed

© Vachel Lindsay

But he left their wigwams and their love.
By the hour of dawn he was proud and stark,
Kissed the Indian babes with a sigh,
Went forth to live on roots and bark,
Sleep in the trees, while the years howled by--

My Symphony

© William Ellery Channing

To live content with small means.
To seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion.
To be worthy not respectable,

My Chinee Cook.

© James Brunton Stephens

THEY who say the bush is dull are not so very far astray,

For this eucalyptic cloisterdom is anything but gay;

Rubens' Innocents

© Kenneth Slessor

IF all those tumbling babes of heaven,
Plump cherubim with blown cheeks,
Could vault in these warm skies, or leaven
Our starry silent mountain-peaks

Tale I

© George Crabbe

THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.

That all men would be cowards if they dare,

The Coming Century

If the century gone, as the wise ones attest,

Exceeds all the centuries before it,

Aurora Leigh: Book Seventh

I broke on Marian there. "Yet she herself,
A wife, I think, had scandals of her own,-
A lover not her husband."

Tannhauser

© Emma Lazarus

Far into Wartburg, through all Italy,
In every town the Pope sent messengers,
Riding in furious haste; among them, one
Who bore a branch of dry wood burst in bloom;
The pastoral rod had borne green shoots of spring,
And leaf and blossom. God is merciful.

© Omar Khayyám

Are you depressed? Then take of bhang one grain,
Of rosy grape-juice take one pint or twain;
Sufis, you say, must not take this or that,
Then go and eat the pebbles off the plain!

I ransack'd for a theme of song,

Much ancient chronicle, and long;

© George Ade

The rose of June can feel no sorrow,

It never droops or says " Ah me! "

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