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The Dreamer, by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay
"~Why do you seek the sun,
In your Bubble-Crown ascending?
Your chariot will melt to mist,
Your crown will have an ending.~"
"Nay, sun is but a Bubble,
Haiku, by Michael Rehling
crucified
on a cold gray sky
a single bird
Amantium Irae, by Richard Edwardes
IN going to my naked bed as one that would have slept,
I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept;
She sighed sore and sang full sweet, to bring the babe to rest,
That would not cease but cried still, in sucking at her breast.
She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child,
Non Nobis, by Henry Cust
NOT unto us, O Lord,
Not unto us the rapture of the day,
The peace of night, or love's divine surprise,
High heart, high speech, high deeds 'mid honouring eyes;
For at Thy word
A Quiet Soul, by John Oldham
THY soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lull'd asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise,
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Gloucester Moors, by William Vaughn Moody
A mile behind is Gloucester town
Where the fishing fleets put in,
A mile ahead the land dips down
And the woods and farms begin.
Here, where the moors stretch free
The Which's Ballad, by William Bell Scott
O, I hae come from far away,
From a warm land far away,
A southern land across the sea,
With sailor-lads about the mast,
Merry and canny, and kind to me.
Song Written at Sea, in the First Dutch War (1665), the night before an Engagement., by Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset
TO all you ladies now at land
We men at sea indite;
But first would have you understand
How hard it is to write:
The Muses now, and Neptune too,
A White Rose, by John Boyle O'Reilly
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
The Ride to the Lady, by Helen Gray Cone
"Now since mine even is come at last, --
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel, --
Come bind me, bind me on my steed!
Mockery, by Louis Untermeyer
God, I return to You on April days
When along country roads You walk with me,
And my faith blossoms like the earliest tree
That shames the bleak world with its yellow sprays --
My faith revives, when through a rosy haze
Thoughts While Shaving, by Dan Provost
Suffering to create is the theme for today's play.
To look in the mirror and see death, a kindly old friend reflected through the foam
and the razor -- while you go up and down and
down and up your jugular vein.
A moment to pause and consider which cigarette you will inhale today --
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