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Thomas Moore Quick Quick! we have but a second, Fill round the cup while you may; For time, the churl, hath beckon’d, And we must away, away! Grasp the pleasure that’s flying, For oh, not Orpheus’ strain Could keep sweet hours from dying, Or charm them to life again. Then, quick! we have but a […]

The Indian Serenade Percy Bysshe Shelley I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering […]

My Little March Girl Paul Laurence Dunbar Wind-blown and rosy, my little March girl. Hint of the violet’s delicate bloom, Hint of the rose’s pervading perfume! How can the wind help from kissing her face,— Wrapping her round in his stormy embrace? But still serenely she laughs at his rout, She is the victor who […]

A Psalm of Life What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist Henry Wadsworth Longfellow TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not […]

X Elizabeth Barrett Browning Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed: And love is fire. And when I say at need I love thee . . . mark! . . . I […]

The Light of Stars Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of the night is given To the red planet […]

Узник Александр Пушкин Сижу за решёткой в темнице сырой. Вскормлённый в неволе орел молодой, Мой грустный товарищ, махая крылом, Кровавую пищу клюёт под окном, Клюёт, и бросает, и смотрит в окно, Как будто со мною задумал одно. Зовёт меня взглядом и криком своим И вымолвить хочет: “Давай улетим! Мы вольные птицы; пора, брат, пора! Туда, […]

34. SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn’d love; But now I think there is no unreturn’d love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return’d; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.) -Walt […]

It is sometimes forgotten that Crane wrote poetry–or anything other than The Red Badge of Courage, for that matter–and in his collection The Black Riders and Other Lines, from which this selection comes, he himself referred to them as “lines” and not poems. XL. And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold […]

Remember Christina Georgina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only […]

288 Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—Too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know! How dreary—to be—Somebody! How public—like a Frog— To tell one’s name—the livelong June— To an admiring Bog!   A pair of them? I’m intrigued that there are two substantially different versions of this poem […]

A Dream Within a Dream Edgar Allen Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, […]

НАКАНУНЕ ГОДОВЩИНЫ 4 АВГУСТА 1864 г. Ф.И. Тютчев Вот бреду я вдоль большой дороги В тихом свете гаснущего дня, Тяжело мне, замирают ноги… Друг мой милый, видишь ли меня? Все темней, темнее над землею – Улетел последний отблеск дня… Вот тот мир, где жили мы с тобою, Ангел мой, ты видишь ли меня? Завтра день […]

Song of the Brook Alfred, Lord Tennyson From “The Brook: an Idyl” I COME from haunts of coot and hern: I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, 5 Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And […]

Jenny Kissed Me Leigh Hunt Jenny kissed me when we met Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I’m weary, say I’m sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I’m growing old, but add – Jenny kissed […]