To-night retired, the queen of heavenWith young Endymion stays;And now to Hesper it is givenAwhile to rule the vacant sky,Till she shall to her lamp supplyA stream of brighter rays. Propitious send thy golden ray,Thou purest light above!Let no false flame seduce to strayWhere gulf or steep lie hid for…
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I ask not that my bed of deathFrom bands of greedy heirs be free;For these besiege the latest breathOf fortune’s favoured sons, not me. I ask not each kind soul to keepTearless, when of my death he hears;Let those who will, if any, weep!There are worse plagues on earth than…
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Le noir roc courroucé que la bise le rouleNe s’arrêtera ni sous de pieuses mainsTâtant sa ressemblance avec les maux humainsComme pour en bénir quelque funeste moule. Ici presque toujours si le ramier roucouleCet immatériel deuil opprime de maintsNubiles plis l’astre mûri des lendemainsDont un scintillement argentera la foule. Qui…
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I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig,And ten of my once stately toesAre marshalled for a jig! Emily Dickinson 1830- 1886
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MORTAL:“The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;Who is it knocking at my door?” THE NEW YEAR:“I am Good Cheer.” MORTAL:“Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.What seek you here?” THE NEW YEAR:“Friend, let me in; my name…