Category Archives: Poetry

She Walks In Beauty

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)   (From “Hebrew Melodies”) She walks in Beauty, like the night Or cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meat in her … Continue reading

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The Little Girl Found

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Blake (1757 – 1827)   All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm, seven … Continue reading

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Zas ve vidění prorockém

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Zas ve vidění prorockém noc šeptá slova neznámá, šum stromů, tisíc jazyků, je opakuje nad náma: jak nad zrcadla kouzelná se k tichým vodám naklání, z nichž tisíc … Continue reading

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Cold Iron

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid – Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.” “Good!” said the Baron, sitting in his hall, … Continue reading

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Ad Martialem

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894) Go(d) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life together bend our mind, And take … Continue reading

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The Absent-Minded Beggar

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) When you’ve shouted “Rule Britannia,” when you’ve sung “God save the Queen,” When you’ve finished killing Kruger with your mouth, Will you kindly drop a shilling in … Continue reading

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“Ye, Who Would More Of Spain…”

…from the quills of dead white poets Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)   (From “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage,” Canto One) LXXXVII Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know, Go, read whate’er is writ of bloodiest strife: Whate’er keen Vengeance … Continue reading

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“Yet Here, Laertes!…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)   (From “Hamlet, Prince of Denmark”) Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard, for The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay’d for. There, … Continue reading

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Silence

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849) There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter … Continue reading

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“I’m Hamlet Now…”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921) I’m Hamlet now. Freezes blood, When the perfidy waves laces, While love is first – and lives in heart For her – the one in times … Continue reading

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Monte Cassino

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) Terra Di Lavoro Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meads Unheard the Garigliano glides along;– The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds, The river taciturn of … Continue reading

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Delilah

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) We have another viceroy now, — those days are dead and done Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah Aberyswith was a lady — not too … Continue reading

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Verše

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) Kam došli jste kdo? V září hvězd pod cizím nebem bloudili jsme spolu, snílkové z jiných dob. Vzpomínám. Střecha má mi drahá jest jak rodná země, jež … Continue reading

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“I Often Shiver With Cold”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Osip Mandelshtam 1891 -1938 I often shiver with cold – I want to be mute as a thing! There is, in the skies, dancing gold Sending me commands to sing! Singer, be … 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 … Continue reading

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Legenda tajemné viny

…from the quills of the dead white poets Otokar Březina (1868 -1929) Jas hodin mých budoucích ozářil chvíli tu v snech a všemi svícemi lustrů rozkvetl v dní mých slavnostní sály; tam prýštěla hudba mých budoucích jar a ztajených něh, … Continue reading

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The Answer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured ‘gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden wind at twilight’s hush Had snapped her … Continue reading

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The Beggar

…from the quills of the dead white poets Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) By gates of an abode, blessed, A man stood, asking for donation, A beggar, cruelly oppressed By hunger, thirst and deprivation. He asked just for a piece … Continue reading

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“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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