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Robbed by Death — but that was easy —

Robbed by Death — but that was easy —
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing — …
Rome (Landon)

Oh! how thou art changed, thou proud daughter of fame,
Since that hour of ripe glory, when empire was thine,
When earth's purple rulers, kings, quailed at thy name, …

Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Rosalie (Washington Allston)

O, pour upon my soul again
That sad, unearthly strain,
That seems from other worlds to plain; …

Washington Allston
Translation:Rose (Turgenieff)

Last days of August ... autumn is already advancing.
The sun was setting. Sudden gusts of rain, no thunder and no lightning, just flashed over our broad plain.
Garden before the house burned and smoked, all bathed in the morning fire and flood of rain. …

Ivan Turgenieff
Rouge et Noir

Soul, wilt thou toss again ?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed, …

Emily Dickinson
Sacred song heals the sick spirit

Sacred song heals the sick spirit.
The mysterious power of harmony
Will expiate a heavy delusion …

Evgeny Baratynsky
Safe Despair it is that raves —

Safe Despair it is that raves —
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away …

Emily Dickinson
Safe in their alabaster chambers (Dickinson, 1886)

Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection, …

Emily Dickinson
Said Death to Passion

Said Death to Passion
"Give of thine an Acre unto me."
Said Passion, through contracting Breaths …
The Sail

The Sail
The lonely sail is showing white
Among the haze of the blue sea!.. …

Mikhaïl Lermontov
A Sailor's Song.

Come, let's aboard, my jolly blades,
That love a merry life;
To lazy souls leave home-bred trades, …

Henry Fielding
Saint Cecilia

What means this high and more than mortal strain?
'Tis St. Cecilia and her wondrous lyre,
And from its strings with soft, celestial fire …

Frances O'Brien
Saint Valentine's Day

Well dost thou, Love, thy solemn Feast to hold
In vestal February;
Not rather choosing out some rosy day …

Coventry Patmore
Sang from the Heart, Sire,

Sang from the Heart, Sire,
Dipped my Beak in it,
If the Tune drip too much …
The Sausage Candidate

Our fathers, brave men were and strong,
And whisky was their daily liquor;
They used to move the world along …

Banjo Paterson
Savior! I've no one else to tell —

Savior! I've no one else to tell —
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so — …

Emily Dickinson
Science (Botta)

Darkness sat brooding o'er the infant world,
That in chaotic gloom and silence lay,
Till from the throne of Light the sun was hurled; …

Anne Lynch Botta
See where the Thames, the purest stream

See where the Thames, the purest stream
That wavers to the noon-day beam,
Divides the vale below: …

William Cowper
September's Baccalaureate

September's Baccalaureate
A combination is
Of Crickets — Crows — and Retrospects …
Setting Sail

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, —
Past the houses, past the headlands, …

Emily Dickinson