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Dreams

Men die... Dreams only change their houses.

The Pulley

When God at first made man, Having a glasse of blessings standing by;

Sudden Light

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell:

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

On the Sea

My God, break not the breakers of the sea, Nor say Thou to the deep, 'Be dry',

An Actor in a Drama (from the Enchiridion)

Remember that you are an actor in a drama, of such a kind as the author pleases to make it.

Correspondences

In Nature's temple living pillars rise, And words are murmured none have understood,

Charles Baudelaire

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone;

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Anecdote of the Jar

I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill.

Wallace Stevens

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough,

The Eagle and the Mole

Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock,

To Lesbia (Carmen V)

Love we (my Lesbia!) and live we our day, While all stern sayings crabbed sages say,

1492

Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate, Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword,

The Angel

Through the heavens of midnight an angel was sped Who lifted his chant as he fled.

Mikhail Lermontov

Delight in Disorder

A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness:

The Pool

Are you alive? I touch you.

Shiloh: A Requiem

Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low

Herman Melville

Unfortunate Coincidence

By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing,

On the Fallen Leaves

How distant on the fallen leaves His footstep sounds for whom I wait!

Incident

Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,

September

The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown;

Helen Hunt Jackson

Light Shining out of Darkness

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform;

Above All, Don't Lie to Yourself (Father Zosima)

Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Under the Harvest Moon

Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver

Reapers

Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones

On the Brink of Death

Now hath my life across a stormy sea Like a frail bark reached that wide port where all

Michelangelo Buonarroti

Plain Myrtle (Odes I.38)

No Persian cumber, boy, for me; I hate your garlands linden-plaited;

Wanderer's Night-Song II

O'er all the hilltops Is quiet now,

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where;

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Casabianca

The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled;

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;

Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Moon Hath Left the Sky

The moon hath left the sky; Lost is the Pleiads' light;

Dear City of Zeus (from the Meditations, IV)

Everything harmonizes with me, which is harmonious to thee, O Universe. Nothing for me is too early nor too late, which is in due time for thee.

Marcus Aurelius

If We Must Die

If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,

At the End of September

The garden flowers still blossom in the vale, Before our house the poplars still are green;

Triad

These be Three silent things:

Adelaide Crapsey

More Strong than Time

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,

Night Is Passing Fair (from The Luzumiyat)

O my Companion, Night is passing fair, Fairer than aught the dawn and sundown wear;

Abu al-Ala al-Maarri

Fog

The fog comes on little cat feet.

Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

O May I Join the Choir Invisible (opening, from The Legend of Jubal)

O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again

A Ballad of Trees and the Master

Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent.

The Taxi

When I go away from you The world beats dead

The Months

January brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow.

Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair

At the Dawn

At the dawn I seek Thee, Rock and refuge tried,

Solomon ibn Gabirol

The Lorelei (from Homeward Bound)

I know not what spell is o'er me, That I am so sad to-day;

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost;

To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one then surely we, If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;

Anne Bradstreet

Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon;

Walter de la Mare

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