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


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