Monthly Archives: September 2018

The Circle Of Nature – Friedrich Schiller

All, thou gentle one, lies embraced in thy kingdom; the graybeard Back to the days of his youth, childish and child-like, returns.  Advertisements

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A House Of Light – Pete Crowther

From my cottage kitchen window I can see Two fields away the blue, the shining sea And ships that slowly glide to far-off shores Each one a separate world with its own laws;  They pass beyond my window and are … Continue reading

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House Of Silence – Philip Levine

The winter sun, golden and tired, settles on the irregular army of bottles. Outside the trucks jostle toward the open road, outside it’s Saturday afternoon, and young women in black pass by arm in arm. This bar is the house … Continue reading

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The Sum – Paul Laurence Dunbar

A little dreaming by the way, A little toiling day by day; A little pain, a little strife, A little joy,–and that is life. A little short-lived summer’s morn, When joy seems all so newly born, When one day’s sky … Continue reading

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The Sparrow – Paul Laurence Dunbar

A LITTLE bird, with plumage brown, Beside my window flutters down, A moment chirps its little strain, Then taps upon my window-pane, And chirps again, and hops along, To call my notice to its song; But I work on, nor … Continue reading

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Song Ii – Thomas Parnell

When thy Beauty appears In its Graces and Airs, All bright as an Angel new dropt from the Sky; At distance I gaze, and am aw’d by my Fears, So strangely you dazzle my Eye! But when without Art, Your … Continue reading

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On Content – Thomas Parnell

Grant heav’n that I may chuse my bliss If you design me worldly Happiness Tis not Honour thats but air Glory has but fancied light Fame as oft speak’s false as right  Riches have wings & ever dwell with care … Continue reading

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