The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

A Lecture upon the Shadow

STAND still, and I will read to thee A lecture, Love, in Love's philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, two shadows went Along with us, which...

By John Donne
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16 August

When Thou Art Gone

MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken;Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the...

By Percy Shelley
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15 August

An Invocation

To God, the everlasting, who abides, One Life within things infinite that die: To Him whose unity no thought divides: Whose breath is breathèd through immensity.Him neither eye hath...

By John Addington Symonds
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14 August

The Collar

I Struck the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the rode, Loose as...

By George Herbert
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12 August

Eternity

It has been found again! What? Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun. My immortal soul, keep your vow despite the lonely night and the...

By Rimbaud
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11 August

The Dark Hours of My Being

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held...

By Rilke
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09 August