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A Double Ballad of Good Counsel

…from the quills of the dead white poets Francois Villon (1431 – 1463) Now take your fill of love and glee, And after balls and banquets hie; In the end ye’ll get no good for fee, But just heads broken … Continue reading

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The Unwashed Russia

…from the quills of the dead white poets  Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) Forever you, the unwashed Russia! The land of slaves the land of lords: And you, the blue-uniformed ushers, And people who worship them as gods. I hope, … Continue reading

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Srpnová neděle

…from the quills of the dead white poets Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952)   To byla neděle, a když počínala, Naše četa zuby drkotala, půl sta moučných červů z písku lezlo, z děr, po čtyřech jsme lezli, by nespatřil nás nepřítel. … Continue reading

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If

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt … Continue reading

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The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna

…from the quills of the dead white poets   Charles Wolfe (1791 – 1823) No drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O’er the grave … Continue reading

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Adieu to a Soldier

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Adieu to a Soldier, You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,) The rapid march, the life of camp, The hot contention of opposing fronts, the … Continue reading

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The Pirates in England

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Saxon Invasion, A.D. 400-600 When Rome was rotten-ripe to her fall, And the sceptre passed from her hand, The pestilent Picts leaped over the wall To harry … Continue reading

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For You O Democracy

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Come, I will make the continent dissoluble, I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon, I will make divine magnetic lands, With the … Continue reading

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Orel Balkánu

…from the quills of the dead white poets Svatopluk Čech (1846 -1908)   Sedl orel na mečetu, sivý orel Balkánu, pod ním muezzíni světu hlásají zvěst koránu, pod ním moslemím se beře k harému, by touhy své vlíbal bujné do … Continue reading

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London 1802

…from the quills of the dead white poets   William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) Milton! Thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee; she is a fen Of stagnant waters; altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the … Continue reading

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Les

…from the quills of the dead white poets Fráňa Šrámek (1877 -1952)   Kyj v pravé ruce, v levé mladou krásnou ženu, jež vínem smíchu třísní jalovčí a mech, tak potkám já tě zas, hruď rozhalenu, kyj křikem pozdravím a … Continue reading

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Facing West from California’s Shores

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Facing West from California’s Shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of … Continue reading

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Beginners

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,) How dear and dreadful they are to the earth, How they inure to themselves as much … Continue reading

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‘My heart leaps up…’

 …from the quills of the dead white poets William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)     My heart leaps up when I behold  A rainbow in the sky:  So was it when my life began,  So is it now I am … Continue reading

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Po nás ať přijde potopa!

  …from the quills of the dead white poets      František Gellner (1881 -1914) Vy dobří hoši, co jste vyšli bořit se vzdorem v srdcích, s pěstí sevřenou,  co lidstvu nové ráje chcete stvořit,  vám zpívám píseň na rozloučenou. … Continue reading

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The Solitary Reaper

 …from the quills of the dead white poets William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and bind the grain, … Continue reading

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The Lost Legion

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) There’s a Legion that never was listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, Is breaking the road for the rest. … Continue reading

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Drobky pod stůl hází nám osud

  …from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Drobky pod stůl hází nám osud, ostatní vše je nicota. Alkohol ještě je! Holky jsou posud! Jsou ještě radosti života! Žena jak žena. V životě vraku konečně … Continue reading

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The White Man’s Burden

..from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Take up the White man’s burden – Send forth the best ye breed – Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need; To wait … Continue reading

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In Former Songs

  …from the quills of the dead white poets     Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   In former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful Life,   But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and … Continue reading

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