In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
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Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Monday, 30 May 2011
The Bluebell - Anne Brontë
A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Fire's Reflection - Rainer Maria Rilke
Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection
on some piece of gleaming furniture
that the child remembers so much later
like a revelation.
on some piece of gleaming furniture
that the child remembers so much later
like a revelation.
Friday, 27 May 2011
Cargoes - John Masefield
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Thursday, 26 May 2011
maggie and milly and molly and may - ee cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
went down to the beach (to play one day)
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
On an Invitation to the United States - Thomas Hardy
My ardours for emprize nigh lost
Since Life has bared its bones to me,
I shrink to seek a modern coast
Whose riper times have yet to be;
Where the new regions claim them free
From that long drip of human tears
Which peoples old in tragedy
Have left upon the centuried years.
Since Life has bared its bones to me,
I shrink to seek a modern coast
Whose riper times have yet to be;
Where the new regions claim them free
From that long drip of human tears
Which peoples old in tragedy
Have left upon the centuried years.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Monday, 23 May 2011
Rescued - Theresa Ann Moore
Clump of exploring brown fur
Exploring with a nervous grip
Hesitating… fearfully immobile
Unsure… beginning to slip
Exploring with a nervous grip
Hesitating… fearfully immobile
Unsure… beginning to slip
Sunday, 22 May 2011
A Divine Rapture - Francis Quarles
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
The Song Of The Sword - Cicely Fox Smith
This is the Song of the Sword,
A proud and a ringing song,
The song of the tempered blade
That has lain in the sheath too long.
'It's oh for the strong tight hand,
and the hiss of the wheeling brand,
to make honour a power in the land,'
Saith the sword.
A proud and a ringing song,
The song of the tempered blade
That has lain in the sheath too long.
'It's oh for the strong tight hand,
and the hiss of the wheeling brand,
to make honour a power in the land,'
Saith the sword.
Friday, 20 May 2011
A Parody - Charles Lamb
Lazy-bones, lazy-bones, wake up and peep;
The Cat's in the cupboard, your Mother's asleep.
The Cat's in the cupboard, your Mother's asleep.
Thursday, 19 May 2011
To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday - Samuel Johnson
This tributary verse receive, my fair,
Warm with an ardent lover's fondest prayer,
May this returning day for ever find
Thy form more lovely, more adorn'd thy mind;
All pains, all cares, may favouring heaven remove,
All but the sweet solicitudes of love!
Warm with an ardent lover's fondest prayer,
May this returning day for ever find
Thy form more lovely, more adorn'd thy mind;
All pains, all cares, may favouring heaven remove,
All but the sweet solicitudes of love!
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Tuesday, 17 May 2011
The Truth Will Set You Free - Francis Duggan
From lying your soul is in spiritual poverty
But the truth though hard to say will surely set you free
But the truth though hard to say will surely set you free
Monday, 16 May 2011
The King's Daughter - Algernon Charles Swinburne
We were ten maidens in the green corn,
Small red leaves in the mill-water:
Fairer maidens never were born,
Apples of gold for the king's daughter.
Small red leaves in the mill-water:
Fairer maidens never were born,
Apples of gold for the king's daughter.
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Friday, 13 May 2011
Save Me From Madness - Aleksandr Pushkin
Save me from madness, God, I beg.
No, I prefer the beggar's bag,
Prefer to starve and toil.
And not as if I praise my head,
And not as if I were not glad
To part with mind at all.
No, I prefer the beggar's bag,
Prefer to starve and toil.
And not as if I praise my head,
And not as if I were not glad
To part with mind at all.
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Stone Is Not Stone - Carson McCullers
There was a time when stone was stone
And a face on the street was a finished face.
Between the Thing, myself and God alone
There was an instant symmetry.
Since you have altered all my world this trinity is twisted:
And a face on the street was a finished face.
Between the Thing, myself and God alone
There was an instant symmetry.
Since you have altered all my world this trinity is twisted:
Monday, 9 May 2011
Job Interview - William Matthews
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
He would have written sonnets all his life?
DON JUAN, III, 63-4
He would have written sonnets all his life?
DON JUAN, III, 63-4
Sunday, 8 May 2011
The Emmaus Road - Edward A. Morris
Some poor stranger strolled beside them
On their long and lonely walk.
Kind and wise, He gently plied them,
Why such sadness in their talk?
How their hearts within were burning
When His wondrous Word He taught!
Precious lessons they were learning,
Though they recognized Him not.
On their long and lonely walk.
Kind and wise, He gently plied them,
Why such sadness in their talk?
How their hearts within were burning
When His wondrous Word He taught!
Precious lessons they were learning,
Though they recognized Him not.
Saturday, 7 May 2011
Friday, 6 May 2011
An Exam - Gita Ashok
Filling in the blanks;
choosing the right alternative;
deciding whether true or false;
defining and justifying;
comparing and contrasting;
coding, compiling and debugging;
estimating and proving;
integrating and differentiating;
plotting and interpreting,
illustrating and debating.
choosing the right alternative;
deciding whether true or false;
defining and justifying;
comparing and contrasting;
coding, compiling and debugging;
estimating and proving;
integrating and differentiating;
plotting and interpreting,
illustrating and debating.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Another Ordinary Day - Bullion Grey
Just an ordinary man with an ordinary wife,
going through ordinary days, living an ordinary life.
He has his ordinary job, receives his ordinary pay,
has his ordinary feelings every ordinary day.
going through ordinary days, living an ordinary life.
He has his ordinary job, receives his ordinary pay,
has his ordinary feelings every ordinary day.
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon - JRR Tolkien
There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
To A Mouse - Robert Burns
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
Monday, 2 May 2011
In Tintagel Graveyard - Brian Patten
Who brought flowers to this grave?
I, said the wren.
I brought them as seeds and then
Watched them grow.
I, said the wren.
I brought them as seeds and then
Watched them grow.
Sunday, 1 May 2011
The Unicorn - Rainer Maria Rilke
The saintly hermit, midway through his prayers
stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness
the unbelievable: for there before him stood
the legendary creature, startling white, that
had approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes.
stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness
the unbelievable: for there before him stood
the legendary creature, startling white, that
had approached, soundlessly, pleading with his eyes.