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| 5241. | Horace, Lib. I, Epist. IX, Imitated by Matthew Prior> | | [To the right honourable Mr. Harley]
Dear Dick, how e'er it comes into his head,
Believes, as firmly as he does his creed,
That you and I, sir,... |
| 5242. | A Martian Sends A Postcard Home by Craig Raine> | | Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings --
they cause the eyes to melt
or the body to shriek witho... |
| 5243. | An Attempt At Jealousy by Craig Raine> | | So how is life with your new bloke?
Simpler, I bet. Just one stroke
of his quivering oar and the skin
of the Thames goes into a spin,
eh? How is... |
| 5244. | Pigtail by Tadeusz Rozewicz> | | When all the women in the transport
had their heads shaved
four workmen with brooms made of birch twigs
swept up
and gathered up the hair
Behin... |
| 5245. | Epigram by George William Russell> | | OH, be not led away,
Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day.
The gay romance of song
Unto the spirit life doth not belong:
Though far-bet... |
| 5246. | The Place of Rest by George William Russell> | | UNTO the deep the deep heart goes,
It lays its sadness nigh the breast:
Only the Mighty Mother knows
The wounds that quiver unconfessed.
It s... |
| 5247. | Self-Discipline by George William Russell> | | WHEN the soul sought refuge in the place of rest,
Overborne by strife and pain beyond control,
From some secret hollow, whisper soft-confessed,
... |
| 5248. | Epilogue by George William Russell> | | WELL, when all is said and done
Best within my narrow way,
May some angel of the sun
Muse memorial o’er my clay:
“Here was beauty all bet... |
| 5249. | Pain by George William Russell> | | MEN have made them gods of love,
Sun-gods, givers of the rain,
Deities of hill and grove:
I have made a god of Pain.
Of my god I know this mu... |
| 5250. | Aphrodite by George William Russell> | | NOT unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways:
One timeless hour in time we caught from the long night of endless days.
With solemn gaiet... |
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