Category Archives: Poetry

“Shall I Compare Thee…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s … Continue reading

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Just think!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) Just think! some night the stars will gleam Upon a cold, grey stone, And trace a name with silver beam, And lo! ‘twill be your own. … Continue reading

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Agonie touhy

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Zda v pánvích západů vyhasly hořících jantarů víry, zlat zelený var na popel spálených duh, a půlnocí svit jenž modrými parami síry mlh závoje bílí a hazí na … Continue reading

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Mesopotamia

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1917 They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave: But the men who left them thriftily to die … Continue reading

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The Human Abstract

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Blake (1757 – 1827) Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor, And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we. And mutual … Continue reading

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Doupata hadů

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Skryté své zahrady viděl jsem v slavnostech července kvést, v blankytů éterná loubí se slétlo tisíce tajemných ptáků: na květech zrosených nechaly půlnoci nejsladší úsměvy hvězd, a jako … Continue reading

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“Fill a Glass…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903   Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet Set your perfume unto mine, And forget. Every kiss we take and give … Continue reading

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Spirits of the Dead

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. … Continue reading

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“I Was Born In the Right Time…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) 1913 I was born in the right time, in whole, Only this time is one that is blessed, But great God did not let my poor soul … Continue reading

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Winter

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in … Continue reading

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“Bring Me an Axe and Spade…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Blake (1757 – 1827)   Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding sheet; When I my grave have made, Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I lie, … Continue reading

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The Bacchic Song

…from the quills of the dead white poets Aleksandr Pushkin (1799 – 1837) Why hushed you, O, gaiety’s voice? Resound, the hymns of the Bacchus! Long live they, who ever had loved us – The beautiful women and sweet, gentle … Continue reading

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Autumn

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) With what a glory comes and goes the year! The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life’s newness, and … Continue reading

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Píseň zhýralého jinocha

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Nezemru já od práce, nezahynu bídou, nezalknu se v oprátce, skončím syfilidou. Nezemru já u holky ani na silnici. Zemru volky nevolky klidně v nemocnici. Nezískal jsem za … Continue reading

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“When Priests Are More in World…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   When priests are more in world than matter; When brewers mar their malt with water; When nobles are their tailors’ tutors; Nor heretics burn’d, but wenches’ … Continue reading

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The Man Who Knew

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) The Dreamer visioned Life as it might be, And from his dream forthright a picture grew, A painting all the people thronged to see, And joyed … Continue reading

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Earth’s Answer

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Blake (1757 – 1827)   Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair. ‘Prisoned on watery … Continue reading

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Eldorado

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- This knight … Continue reading

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Vlastní podobizna

…from the quills of the dead white poets   Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) Daleko v hlubokém lese vyvěrá zpěvavý pramen. Z tmy k světlu se rodí a třese podsvětní píseň. Život mě křtil vodou živou, chuť hlubin a temnot … Continue reading

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Love And Death

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824) I watched thee when the foe was at our side, Ready to strike at him – or thee and me Were safety hopeless – rather than divide Aught … Continue reading

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