Monthly Archives: January 2016

Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes By Thomas Moore

Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through sorrow’s stream, Saddening through pleasure’s beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam, Weep while they rise. Erin, thy silent tear never … Continue reading

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An Argument By Thomas Moore

I’ve oft been told by learned friars, That wishing and the crime are one, And Heaven punishes desires As much as if the deed were done. 2 If wishing damns us, you and I Are damned to all our heart’s … Continue reading

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Friendship By Alexander Pushkin

What’s friendship? The hangover’s faction, The gratis talk of outrage, Exchange by vanity, inaction, Or bitter shame of patronage.

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After Prayers Lie Cold By C S Lewis

Arise my body, my small body, we have striven Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven. Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go, White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow, Undress with small, cold fingers … Continue reading

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There Be None of Beautys Daughters By Lord Byron

There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charm?d ocean’s pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, … Continue reading

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Sun of the Sleepless! By Lord Byron

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel, How like art thou to joy remember’d well! So gleams the past, the light of other days, Which shines, but … Continue reading

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Frost at Midnight By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that … Continue reading

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