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Mesopotamia (1917)

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 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 in … Continue reading

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Life is bitter

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903 Life is bitter. All the faces of the years, Young and old, are gray with travail and with tears. Must we only wake to toil, to tire, … Continue reading

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You, who first stood before the source

…from the quills of the dead white poets Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966) (To Alexander Blok)   You, who first stood before the source With your smile, so deadly stoned! How tortures us a look, you own, – The heavy … Continue reading

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No longer mourn for me

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From … Continue reading

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Grand is the Seen

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Grand is the seen, the light, to me – grand are the sky and stars, Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space, … Continue reading

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I prefer the gorgeous freedom

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) I prefer the gorgeous freedom, And I fly to lands of grace, Where in wide and clear meadows All is good, as dreams, and blest. Here … Continue reading

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Smuteční

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Zbyla mě veteš vzpomínek, zástavní list z mých hodinek a zablácená promenáda z dob, kdys mě ještě měla ráda. V městě teď bouří karneval, a já bych slzy … Continue reading

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Ballad, by the way of ending

…from the quills of the dead white poets   Francois Villon (1431 – 1463) I Here is ended (both great and small) Poor Villon’s Testament! When he is dead, Come, I pray, to his funeral, Whilst the bell tinkles overhead. … Continue reading

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“The Gods Are Dead?”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Ernest Henley 1849 -1903 The gods are dead? Perhaps they are! Who knows? Living at least in Lempriere undeleted, The wise, the fair, the awful, the jocose, Are one and all. … Continue reading

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…from the quills of the dead white poets Svatopluk Čech (1846 -1908) Byť celý svět se v úděl dostal tobě, jdi bez radosti dál – toť pouhé nic! Byť celý svět jsi ztratil v sudby zlobě, jdi bez žalosti dál … Continue reading

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Hymn Of the Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowled head; And the censer … Continue reading

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Carry on!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in fields … Continue reading

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The Charge of the Light Brigade

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ‘Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the … Continue reading

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Noc byla. Usnout nemoh jsem.

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Noc byla. Usnout nemoh jsem. To z míry by jistě přivedlo i mudrce. – Škoda, že v mládí ztratil jsem skvost víry a nemohu si zaklít od srdce! … Continue reading

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An Old Man’s Thought of School

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   An old man’s thought of school, An old man gathering youthful memories and blooms that youth itself cannot. Now only do I know you, O fair … Continue reading

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Tommy

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.” The girls be’ind the bar … Continue reading

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A Christmas Greeting

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Welcome, Brazilian brother – thy ample place is ready; A loving hand – a smile from the north – a sunny instant hail! (Let the future care … Continue reading

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The Descendents Of Cain

…from the quills of the dead white poets Nikolay Gumilev (1886 – 1921) He did not lie – the ghost, so sad and thoughtful, That from a star took his name by a chance, When he had said, “Don’t fear … Continue reading

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The Roman Centurion’s Song

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300 Legate, I had the news last night –my cohort ordered home By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to … Continue reading

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All perished, All!

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) “All perished, All!…” (1900) All perished, all! The sun, in flame and brilliance, As did it long before, the years’ circle fulfils. A sorrow grave deplores … Continue reading

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