Tuesday, August 16, 2022

I TRAVELL'D AMONG UNKNOWN MEN by William Wordsworth


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 I TRAVELL'D AMONG UNKNOWN MEN 
by William Wordsworth


I travell'd among unknown Men,

In Lands beyond the Sea;

Nor England! did I know till then

What love I bore to thee.


'Tis past, that melancholy dream!

Nor will I quit thy shore

A second time; for still I seem

To love thee more and more.


Among thy mountains did I feel

The joy of my desire;

And She I cherish'd turn'd her wheel

Beside an English fire.


Thy mornings shew'd--thy nights conceal'd

The bowers where Lucy play'd;

And thine is, too, the last green field

Which Lucy's eyes survey'd!

Thursday, August 11, 2022

THE RECORDER'S SPEECH EXPLAINED BY THE TORIES by Jonathan Swift

 

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THE RECORDER'S SPEECH EXPLAINED BY THE TORIES 
by Jonathan Swift 


An ancient metropolis, famous of late

For opposing the Church, and for nosing the State,

For protecting sedition and rejecting order,

Made the following speech by their mouth, the Recorder:

First, to tell you the name of this place of renown,

Some still call it Dublin, but most Forster's town.

Tuesday, August 9, 2022

A DEGENERATE AGE by Emma Lazarus

 

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A DEGENERATE AGE 
by Emma Lazarus


Where is the man who has been tried and found strong and sound?

Where is the friend of reason and of knowledge?

I see only sceptics and weaklings.

I see only prisoners in the durance of the senses,

And every fool and every spendthrift

Thinks himself as great a master as Aristotle.

Think'st thou that they have written poems?

Call'st thou that a Song?

I call it the cackling of ravens.

The zeal of the prophet must free poesy

From the embrace of wanton youths.

My song I have inscribed on the forehead of Time,

They know and hate it--for it is lofty.

Thursday, August 4, 2022

NIGHT PIECE by James Joyce

 

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NIGHT PIECE 
by James Joyce


Gaunt in gloom,

The pale stars their torches,

Enshrouded, wave.

Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume,

Arches on soaring arches,

Night's sindark nave.


Seraphim,

The lost hosts awaken

To service till

In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,

Raised when she has and shaken

Her thurible.


And long and loud,

To night's nave upsoaring,

A starknell tolls

As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,

Voidward from the adoring

Waste of souls.

Monday, August 1, 2022

I KNOW A PLACE WHERE SUMMER STRIVES by Emely Dickinson


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I KNOW A PLACE WHERE SUMMER STRIVES 
by Emely Dickinson


I know a place where summer strives

With such a practised frost,

She each year leads her daisies back,

Recording briefly, "Lost."


But when the south wind stirs the pools

And struggles in the lanes,

Her heart misgives her for her vow,

And she pours soft refrains


Into the lap of adamant,

And spices, and the dew,

That stiffens quietly to quartz,

Upon her amber shoe.