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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

The Rhodora

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,

Ralph Waldo Emerson

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night;

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Peer of Gods He Seemeth to Me

Peer of gods he seemeth to me, the blissful Man who sits and gazes at thee before him,

No Coward Soul Is Mine

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,

Edgar Allan Poe

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

Paul Laurence Dunbar

On Children

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

In the Morning (from the Meditations, V)

In the morning when thou risest unwillingly, let this thought be present,— I am rising to the work of a human being.

Marcus Aurelius

On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,

Wanderer's Night-Song

Thou that from the heavens art, Every pain and sorrow stillest,

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Lost One

The red gleam o'er the mountains Goes wavering from sight,

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands,

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

William Wordsworth

The Song of the Reed

Listen to the reed how it tells a tale, complaining of separations— Saying, "Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed,

Hope is the thing with feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul -

Emily Dickinson

Spring (from The Seasons)

A stalwart soldier comes, the spring, Who bears the bow of Love;

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him:

Edwin Arlington Robinson

November Night

Listen... With faint dry sound,

Adelaide Crapsey

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Arise, oh Cup-bearer

Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring To lips that are thirsting the bowl they praise,

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

Bright Star

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

Thoughts on a Quiet Night

I saw the moonlight before my couch, And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.

Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow,

If—

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

Rudyard Kipling

Clair de Lune

Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,

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