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Grant Me Your Eyes

GRANT ME YOUR EYES

O You who has revealed
Your hidden treasure to me
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Life Is A Circus

A young lad blossoms from a petal,
Many challenges to come and yet to settle.
Here begins life's crazy circus,
To be happy but yet sometimes serious.
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Priyadarshini Goel

Priyadarshini Goel
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

.....
John Keats

John Keats
Ode, Composed On A May Morning

While from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Ego Dominus Tuus

Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream
Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still
A lamp burns on beside the open book
That Michael Robartes left, you walk in the moon,
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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Nectar Of Life

NECTAR OF LIFE

Just near the middle point-
Qāba Qawseini Aw-Adnā-
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Existence

It was mysterious the whole thing 'gain
So what can it be? 'Twas pretty before,
For, so a masted boat 'er sails the deep;
Never a villain wins, said "'Er be sure "
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Pijush Biswas

Pijush Biswas
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats

John Keats
To A Lady, With A Guitar

Ariel to Miranda:-Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
To My Brother George

Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kissed away the tears
That filled the eyes of Morn;-the laurelled peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;-
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John Keats

John Keats
To ------,

WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.


Maiden! with the fair brown tresses
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth

Not in this chamber only at my birth-
When the long hours of that mysterious night
Were over, and the morning was in sight-
I cried, but in strange places, steppe and firth
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sonnet Iv

Not in this chamber only at my birth--
When the long hours of that mysterious night
Were over, and the morning was in sight--
I cried, but in strange places, steppe and firth
.....
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Fog

Light silken curtain, colorless and soft,
Dreamlike before me floating! what abides
Behind thy pearly veil's
Opaque, mysterious woof?
.....
Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Heyoka Wacipee, The Giant's Dance

The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,
The spirits walk in the realms of air
With their glowing faces and flaming hair,
And the shrill, chill winds o'er the prairies blow.
.....

Hanford Lennox Gordon
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

Just now the lilac is in bloom,
All before my little room;
And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnation and the pink;
.....
Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke
The Lamp Of Life

Always we are following a light,
Always the light recedes; with groping hands
We stretch toward this glory, while the lands
We journey through are hidden from our sight
.....
Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
The Night Before

Look you, Dominie; look you, and listen!
Look in my face, first; search every line there;
Mark every feature,-chin, lip, and forehead!
Look in my eyes, and tell me the lesson
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
At The Window

I have not always had this certainty, this pessimism which reassures the best among us. There was
a time when my friends laughed at me. I was not the master of my words. A certain indifference, I
have not always known well what I wanted to say, but most often it was because I had nothing to
say. The necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard. My life hanging only by a thread.
.....

Paul Eluard
A Brave And Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
A Fragment

They say that poison-sprinkled flowers
Are sweeter in perfume
Than when, untouched by deadly dew,
They glowed in early bloom.
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
We Two

We two take each other by the hand
We believe everywhere in our house
Under the soft tree under the black sky
Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire
.....

Paul Eluard
Ione

I

Ah, yes, ‘t is sweet still to remember,
Though 'twere less painful to forget;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Comus

A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before

The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales.

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John Milton

John Milton
What Is Life?

And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought.
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John Clare

John Clare
A Secret Gratitude

1
She cleaned house, and then lay down long
On the long stair.

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James Arlington Wright
Mount Tabor

On Tabor's height a glory came,
And, shrined in clouds of lambent flame,
The awestruck, hushed disciples saw
Christ and the prophets of the law.
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John Hay

John Hay
Captain Dobbin

CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South Seas
In the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells,
A few poisoned arrows, a cask of pearls,
And five thousand pounds in the colonial funds,
.....

Kenneth Slessor
Luna

O France, although you sleep
We call you, we the forbidden!
The shadows have ears,
And the depths have cries.
.....

Victor Marie Hugo
Ode On A Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
.....
John Keats

John Keats
Elijah

INTO that good old Hebrewâ??s soul sublime
The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
For where the thunders of imperial Storm
Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves
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Henry Kendall
Influence

We know not what mysterious power
Lies latent in our words and deeds,-
Sweet as the perfume of a flower,
Strong as the life that sleeps in seeds;
.....
John L. Stoddard

John L. Stoddard
The Wife Speaks

Husband, to-day could you and I behold
The sun that brought us to our bridal morn
Rising so splendid in the winter sky
(We thought fair spring returned), when we were wed;
.....
Elizabeth Stoddard

Elizabeth Stoddard
St. Mark's Day

Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
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John Keble

John Keble
Tannhauser

To my mother. May, 1870.


The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Far Within Us #1

We raise our arms
The street climbs into the sky
We lower our eyes
The roofs go down into the earth
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Vasko Popa
A November Night

There! See the line of lights,
A chain of stars down either side the street-
Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me,
A necklace for my throat? I'd twist it round
.....

Sara Teasdale
By Life Tormented

By life tormented, and by cunning hope,
When my soul surrenders in its battle with them,
Day and night I press my eyelids closed
And sometimes I'm vouchsafed peculiar visions.
.....

Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
Trinity Sunday

If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye
believe if I tell you of heavenly things? St. John iii. 12


.....
John Keble

John Keble
Staying At Ed's Place

I like being in your apartment, and not disturbing anything.
As in the woods I wouldn't want to move a tree,
or change the play of sun and shadow on the ground.

.....

May Swenson
The Cat

I.

A cat is strolling through my mind
Acting as though he owned the place,
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Night Ride

Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;
Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,
Pull up the blind, blink out - all sounds are drugged;
the slow blowing of passengers asleep;
.....

Kenneth Slessor
Light Shining Out Of Darkness

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
To James Smith.

"Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweet'ner of life and solder of society!
I owe thee much!"

.....
Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Light

First-born of the creating Voice!
Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sent
Waiting upon him first, what time he went
Moving about mid the tumultuous noise
.....
George Macdonald

George Macdonald
Poem Delivered On The Fourteenth Anniversary Of California's Admission Into The Union, Septemb

We meet in peace, though from our native East
The sun that sparkles on our birthday feast
Glanced as he rose on fields whose dews were red
With darker tints than those Aurora spread.
.....
Bret Harte

Bret Harte
Aylmer's Field

Dust are our frames; and gilded dust, our pride
Looks only for a moment whole and sound;
Like that long-buried body of the king,
Found lying with his urns and ornaments,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Legends

CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture of hands arranged by an undertaker, shook thousands into convulsions of laughter from behind rouge-red lips and powder-white face.

STEAMBOAT BILLWhen the boilers of the Robert E. Lee exploded, a steamboat winner of many races on the Mississippi went to the bottom of the river and never again saw the wharves of Natchez and New Orleans.
And a legend lives on that two gamblers were blown toward the sky and during their journey laid bets on which of the two would go higher and which would be first to set foot on the turf of the earth again.
.....
Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Matrimony

There is an awe in mortals' joy,
A deep mysterious fear
Half of the heart will still employ,
As if we drew too near
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John Keble

John Keble
The Nile

Out of the unknown South,
Through the dark lands of drouth,
Far wanders ancient Nile in slumber gliding:
Clear-mirrored in his dream
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Henry Newbolt

Henry Newbolt