I heard a thousand blended notes,While in a grove I sat reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature linkThe human soul that through me ran;And much it grieved my heart to thinkWhat man has made of man. Through primrose…
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Two women, both in black, the widow’s veilis flung across one shoulder, cast aside.A child’s face where sorrow can’t prevail,those sloe-dark eyes more suited to a bride. The funeral past, she sheds no mourning tearas she surveys the seething cafe crowd.What does her confidante say in her ear?What secret that…
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He helps me keep alive those active cellsthat sometimes light the spark of thought anew,hoping that the cave where reason dwellsmight warm with feeling as it used to do. When thought and feeling fuse, just now and thenand blood rejuvenates the numbing brainthe ageing world regains its glory whenlight and…
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My heart leaps up when I beholdA Rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;So be it when I shall grow old,Or let me die!The Child is father of the man;And I wish my days to beBound each to each by…
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‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’ OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream?Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?I had a dream-a lovely dream,Of her that in the grave is sleeping. I saw her as ’twas yesterday,The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;And round her play’d a golden ray,And…
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There was a naughty boy,And a naughty boy was he,He ran away to ScotlandThe people for to see-There he foundThat the groundWas as hard,That a yardWas as long,That a songWas as merry,That a cherryWas as red,That leadWas as weighty,That fourscoreWas as eighty,That a doorWas as woodenAs in England-So he stood…
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Come not, when I am dead,To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,To trample round my fallen head,And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crimeI care no longer, being…
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Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) « Si seulement nous nous étions rencontrésPrès de quelque vieille auberge,Nous nous serions assis pour prendre ensembleQuelques petits verres ! « Mais en position de fantassin,Nous observant face à face,J’ai tiré sur lui, lui sur moi,Et je l’ai tué net. « Je l’ai abattu parce que –Parce que c’était…