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The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love

William Shakespeare

The song that I came to sing

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

Rabindranath Tagore

Camomile Tea

Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea.

Katherine Mansfield

Silentium

Be silent, hidden, and conceal Whate'er you dream, whate'er you feel.

Fyodor Tyutchev

My Heart Is in the East

My heart is in the east, and I in the uttermost west— How can I find savour in food? How shall it be sweet to me?

A World Apart

The Lady Moon is my lover, My friends are the oceans four,

When I Have Fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,

The Dark Forest (from Inferno, Canto I)

Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark,

Dante Alighieri

Oread

Whirl up, sea— Whirl your pointed pines,

Brooklyn Bridge

Pythoness body—arching Over the night like an ecstasy—

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Where Dost Thou Seek Me?

O servant, where dost thou seek Me? Lo! I am beside thee.

O Me! O Life!

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,

Sympathy

I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;

Paul Laurence Dunbar

On Joy and Sorrow

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises

Smoke

Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight;

Henry David Thoreau

Pippa's Song (from Pippa Passes)

The year's at the spring And day's at the morn;

Robert Browning

The Portent

Hanging from the beam, Slowly swaying (such the law),

Herman Melville

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light,

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land;

Christina Rossetti

Thou and I

Happy the moment when we are seated in the palace, thou and I, With two forms and with two figures but with one soul, thou and I.

The Moving Finger

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

The Maiden from Afar

Within a vale, each infant year, When earliest larks first carol free,

Friedrich Schiller

Lucinda Matlock

I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester.

Edgar Lee Masters

Seize the Present (Odes I.11)

Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years, Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.

Love (III)

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guiltie of dust and sinne.

A Night of Song

The wind scarce flutters through the leaves, The young moon hath already gone,

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Not by Things (from the Enchiridion)

Men are disturbed, not by things, but by the principles and notions which they form concerning things.

Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Eldorado

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight,

Edgar Allan Poe

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too?

Emily Dickinson

Ave atque Vale (Carmen CI)

By ways remote and distant waters sped, Brother, to thy sad grave-side am I come,

Velvet Shoes

Let us walk in the white snow In a soundless space;

The Sadness of the Moon

The Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,

Charles Baudelaire

Death, Be Not Proud

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

in Just-

in Just- spring when the world is mud-

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die

Langston Hughes

The Birdlet

God's birdlet knows Nor care, nor toil;

Alexander Pushkin

Love All God's Creation (Father Zosima)

Love all God's creation, the whole and every grain of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Witch

I have walked a great while over the snow, And I am not tall nor strong.

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

The Sable Wings of Night (from The Luzumiyat)

The sable wings of Night pursuing day Across the opalescent hills, display

Abu al-Ala al-Maarri

To a Waterfowl

Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,

William Cullen Bryant

The Darkling Thrush

I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray,

Bart, the Fly

Once there was a fly, We’ll name him Bart,

Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street

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