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Translation of Lucius Afranius "Auctio"
© MikeM70
Auctio
Simul límen intrabo, ílli extrabunt ílico.
adeste, si híc absente nóbis uenierít puer.
To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister
© Phillis Wheatley
But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,
And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,
In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,
Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,
Your pains they witness, but they can no more,
While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.
To Qiwu Qian Bound Home After Failing In An Examination
© Wang Wei
In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together....
The Emigrants: Book II
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.
The Emigrants: Book I
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of
Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.
The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower
© Dylan Thomas
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
To Virgil, Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the N
© Alfred Tennyson
Poet of the happy Tityrus
piping underneath his beechen bowers;
Poet of the poet-satyr
whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;
Thinking Ahead To Possible Options And A Worst-Case Scenario
© James Tate
I swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel
in the center of the road and that's when
The Wrong Way Home
© James Tate
All night a door floated down the river.
It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure
The List of Famous Hats
© James Tate
Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
hat, but that's not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for
The Lotus
© Rabindranath Tagore
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
This Strangeness in My Life
© Ruth Stone
It is so hard to see where it is,
but it is there even in the morning
To Any Reader
© Robert Louis Stevenson
As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
The Land of Nod
© Robert Louis Stevenson
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
The High-Toned Old Christian Woman
© Wallace Stevens
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
The Comedian As The Letter C
© Wallace Stevens
379 Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
380 With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
381 No, no: veracious page on page, exact.
The Army of Death
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
