Thursday, February 19, 2009
Lamp of Our Feet
by Bernard Barton (1784-1849)
Lamp of our feet whereby we trace
Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heav
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Intimacy
by Edgell Rickword (1898-1982)
Since I have seen you do those intimate things
That other men but dream of; lull asleep
The sinister dark forest of your hair
And tie the bows that stir on your calm breast
Faintly as leaves that shudder in their sleep;
Since I have seen your stocking swallow up,
A swift black wind, the flame of your [...]
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Those Names
by Banjo Paterson (1864-1941)
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,
After the hard day
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
by Robert Wever (mid sixteenth century)
In a herber green, asleep where as I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middes of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company [...]
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
True Love
by Johann Wolfgang Goethe (1749-1832)
Das ist die wahre Liebe, die immer und immer sich gleich bleibt,
Wenn man ihr alles gew
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Friday, February 13, 2009
Dream-Ship
by Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965)
I set my dream-ships floating
Upon the tides of sleep.
Beneath whose moving waters
Unfathomed currents creep;
And one was made of roses
With flowering mast and spars,
And one was made of music,
And one was made of stars:
One was all joy and sorrow
Made from my own heart-strings,
And one was like a cradle
With sails like angels
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
To Rosa
by Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
You are young, and I am older;
You are hopeful, I am not
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Fond Lover: A Ballad
by William Falconer (1732-1769)
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A nymph of every charm possess
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Cleanliness
by Charles Lamb (1779-1834)
Come my little Robert near
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A Year Passes
by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
Beyond the porcelain fence of the pleasure-garden,
I hear the frogs in the blue-green rice-fields;
But the sword-shaped moon
Has cut my heart in two.
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