Brahma
by Andrew Lang (1844-1912)
If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
Or if the batsman thinks he’s bowled,
They know not, poor misguided souls,
They too shall perish unconsoled.
I am the batsman and the bat,
I am the bowler and the ball,
The umpire, the pavilion cat,
The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.
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Parsifal
by Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)
Parsifal a vaincu les Filles, leur gentil
Babil et la luxure amusante
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But a Short Time to Live
by Leslie Coulson (1889-1916)
Our little hour;
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The Caicos Islands, West Indies
by Gilbert E. Brooke (1873-1936)
O salt-laden land, with your rocks and your thatch trees,
How oft have I toiled through your tropical wilderness
Though only returning to jaws of Charybdis
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Vernal Ode
by Michael Bruce (1746-1767)
See! See the genial Spring again
Unbind the glebe and paint the plain.
The garden blooms: the tulips gay
For thee put on their best array;
And ev
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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In Prison
by William Morris (1834-1896)
Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;
Strangely and eerily
Sounds the wind
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The Easter Flower
by Claude McKay (1889-1948)
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for [...]
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The Reaper
by John Bannister Tabb (1845-1909)
Tell me whither, maiden June,
Down the dusky slope of noon
With thy sickle of a moon
Goest thou to reap.
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