The Shyness of Beauty
by Laurence Binyon (1869-1954)
I think of a flower that no eye ever has seen,
That springs in a solitary air.
Is it no one
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The Careless Good Fellow
by John Oldham (1653-1683)
A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late,
What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state?
Let the rabble run mad with suspicions, and fears,
Let them scuffle, and jar, till they go by the ears:
Their grievances never shall trouble my pate,
So [...]
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When Love Was Born
by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
When Love was born I think he lay
Right warm on Venus
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Little things
by Julia Carney (1823-1908)
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make our world an Eden
Like the Heaven above.
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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To My Wife
by Conrad Aiken (1889-1973)
Whatever loveliness is in this music,
Whatever yearning after lovely things,
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The Cloud
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews [...]
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Amantium Irae
by Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
When this, our rose, is faded,
And these, our days, are done,
In lands profoundly shaded
From tempest and from sun:
Ah, once more come together,
Shall we forgive the past,
And safe from worldly weather
Possess our souls at last?
Or in our place of shadows
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Art
by Herman Melville (1819-1891)
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt
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