Monthly Archives: May 2012

Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900) IN THE FOREST

Out of the mid-wood’s twilightInto the meadow’s dawn,Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,Flashes my Faun! He skips through the copses singing,And his shadow dances along,And I know not which I should follow,Shadow or song! O Hunter, snare me his shadow!O Nightingale, catch … Continue reading

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Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) The Brook

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, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little … Continue reading

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1809 – 1861) The Best Thing In The World

What’s the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain; Truth, not cruel to a friend; Pleasure, not in haste to end; Beauty, not self-decked and curled Till its pride is over-plain; Light, … Continue reading

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Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) To The River

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flowOf crystal, wandering water,Thou art an emblem of the glowOf beauty — the unhidden heart —The playful maziness of artIn old Alberto’s daughter; But when within thy wave she looks —Which glistens then, and … Continue reading

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E.E. Cummings ( 1894 – 1962 ) [I carry your heart with me(I carry it in]

I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere I go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) I fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want … Continue reading

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Amy Lowell (1874 – 1925 ) The Tree of Scarlet Berries

The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades.A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist.Even so, I can see that it has red berries,A scarlet fruit,Filmed over with moisture.It … Continue reading

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The Merman by Lord Alfred Tennyson

I Who would beA merman bold,Sitting aloneSinging aloneUnder the sea,With a crown of gold,On a throne? II I would be a merman bold,I would sit and sing the whole of the day;I would fill the sea-halls with a voice of … Continue reading

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The Mermaid by Lord Alfred Tennyson

I Who would beA mermaid fair,Singing alone,Combing her hairUnder the sea,In a golden curlWith a comb of pearl,On a throne? II I would be a mermaid fair;I would sing to myself the whole of the day;With a comb of pearl … Continue reading

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Gandhi sitting at a spinning wheel. ~ Mohandas Gandhi In The Story of My Experiments With Truth ~

“Any number of experiments is too small and no sacrifice is too great for attaining this symphony with nature. But unfortunately the current is now-a-days flowing strongly in the opposite direction. We are not ashamed to sacrifice a multitude of … Continue reading

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Through My Green Eyes.

The short story about a gypsy girl with green eyes The ritual dance round about the fire hypnotized him irremediably. Looking at those two little stars suddenly he felt lost in a strange world. “Can you tell me what future … Continue reading

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