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Monthly Archives: March 2009

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In Spring
by Mathilde Blind (1841-1896)
The young birds shy twitter
In hedges and bowers,
Fields brighten and glitter
With dewdrops and flowers.
Over flood, over fallow,
Impelled by old yearning,
The nest-building swallow
Exults at returning;
For dark days and hoary
Are routed and over,
Dark [...]

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On the Quinquatria (Festival of Minerva)
by Publius Ovidius Naso (

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Itylus
by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,
How can thine heart be full of the spring?
A thousand summers are over and dead.
What hast thou found in the spring to follow?
What hast thou found in thine heart to sing?
[...]

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Greater Love
by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite [...]

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The Darling
by Joseph Skipsey (1832-1903)
Misfortune is a darling, ever
Most faithful to the minstrel race;
Let low-bred wretches shun them, never
Yet acted she a part so base.
True, oft by her the bard discovers
He

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Los pasos lejanos
by C

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The Dark Angel
by Lionel Johnson (1867-1902)
Dark Angel, with thine aching lust
To rid the world of penitence:
Malicious Angel, who still dost
My soul such subtile violence!
Because of thee, no thought, no thing,
Abides for me undesecrate:
Dark Angel, ever on the wing,
Who never reachest me too late!
When music sounds, then changest thou
Its silvery to a sultry fire:
Nor will thine [...]

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Ode
by Arthur O

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The Town Rabbit in the Country
by Camilla Doyle (1887-1944)
Three hours ago in Seven Dials
She lived awaiting all the trials
That haunt her race, but now shall be
Freed on the lawn to play with me.
In the dim shop her eyes were grey
And languid; but in this bright day
To a full circle each dilates,
And turns the blue of [...]

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In Cabin