The Beauty of Death XIV (Khalil Gibran Poem)
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
And an old priest said, "Speak to us of Religion." And he said: Have I spoken this day of aught ...
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. ...
Persuade me not, there is a Grace Proceeds from Silvia's Voice or Lute, Against Miranda's charming Face To make her ...
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
Put up my lute! What of -- my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm -- Passive -- ...
IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" My courtyard is small, windows idle, spring is getting old. Screens unrolled cast ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
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