terça-feira, 30 de maio de 2017

Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs, - No - Edna St. Vincent Millay - Sonnet 18

       














Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs, - No - Edna St. Vincent Millay - Sonnet 18

THOU art not lovelier than lilacs,—no,
    Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
    Than small white single poppies,—I can bear
Thy beauty; though I bend before thee, though
From left to right, not knowing where to go,      
    I turn my troubled eyes, nor here nor there
    Find any refuge from thee, yet I swear
So has it been with mist,—with moonlight so.

Like him who day by day unto his draught
    Of delicate poison adds him one drop more      
Till he may drink unharmed the death of ten,
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
    Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink—and live—what has destroyed some men.










The Queen of Hearts - Christina Rossetti



The Tell-Tale Heart Edgar Allan Poe








Ode 314 - Rumi

Those who don't feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don't drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don't want to change,
let them sleep.
This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
I you want to improve your mind that way,
sleep on.
I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,
and sleep.



The Old Familiar Faces Charles Lamb


My Shadow - Robert Louis Stevenson

Laughing Corn - Carl Sandburg

THERE was a high majestic fooling
Day before yesterday in the yellow corn.

And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn
There will be high majestic fooling.

The ears ripen in late summer        5
And come on with a conquering laughter,
Come on with a high and conquering laughter.

The long-tailed blackbirds are hoarse.
One of the smaller blackbirds chitters on a stalk
And a spot of red is on its shoulder        10
And I never heard its name in my life.

Some of the ears are bursting.
A white juice works inside.
Cornsilk creeps in the end and dangles in the wind.
Always—I never knew it any other way—        15
The wind and the corn talk things over together.
And the rain and the corn and the sun and the corn
Talk things over together.

Over the road is the farmhouse.
The siding is white and a green blind is slung loose.        20
It will not be fixed till the corn is husked.
The farmer and his wife talk things over together.

















The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
The Wreck of the Hesperus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



The Lament of the Irish Emigrant Helen Selina

Love and Age Thomas Love Peacock
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot

The Last Rose of Summer - Thomas Moore


Jenny Kissed Me Leigh Hunt
Kubla Khan Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce - Emily Dickinson


Heat - Hilda Doolittle

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.


How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix Robert Browning










A Dead Boche - Robert Graves

To you who’d read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before)
”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.










Dover Beach Matthew Arnold
Dulce et Decorum est Wilfred Owen
For Annie Edgar Allan Poe



The Artilleryman Walt Whitman
As Kingfishers Catch Fire Gerard Manley Hopkins


Because I Could Not Stop For Death - Emily Dickinson

Casabianca Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Christmas Bells Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daffodils William Wordsworth


Abou Ben Adhem - Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.






Short Poetry Collection 001



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The Tiger - William Blake - Poetry, Poem

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Economia em 1 Minuto - Sanderlei

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Áreas de preservação no estado de São Paulo SP

Os símbolos do estado do Rio de Janeiro RJ

A Guerra do Contestado PR

Pantanal – Patrimônio Natural da Humanidade MS

Vozes d'África - Os Escravos - Castro Alves

Mein Kampf PDF

Palácio da Justiça do Amazonas - Centro Cultural, Museu - Manaus - Amazonas AM - Brasil

Revolução Francesa - História


Ode 314 - Rumi

       












Ode 314 - Rumi

Those who don't feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don't drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don't want to change,
let them sleep.
This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
I you want to improve your mind that way,
sleep on.
I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.
If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,
and sleep.





The Old Familiar Faces Charles Lamb
The Queen of Hearts Christina Rossetti
The Tell-Tale Heart Edgar Allan Poe
Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs, - No Edna St. Vincent Millay





My Shadow Robert Louis Stevenson

Laughing Corn - Carl Sandburg

THERE was a high majestic fooling
Day before yesterday in the yellow corn.

And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn
There will be high majestic fooling.

The ears ripen in late summer        5
And come on with a conquering laughter,
Come on with a high and conquering laughter.

The long-tailed blackbirds are hoarse.
One of the smaller blackbirds chitters on a stalk
And a spot of red is on its shoulder        10
And I never heard its name in my life.

Some of the ears are bursting.
A white juice works inside.
Cornsilk creeps in the end and dangles in the wind.
Always—I never knew it any other way—        15
The wind and the corn talk things over together.
And the rain and the corn and the sun and the corn
Talk things over together.

Over the road is the farmhouse.
The siding is white and a green blind is slung loose.        20
It will not be fixed till the corn is husked.
The farmer and his wife talk things over together.

















The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
The Wreck of the Hesperus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



The Lament of the Irish Emigrant Helen Selina

Love and Age Thomas Love Peacock
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot

The Last Rose of Summer - Thomas Moore


Jenny Kissed Me Leigh Hunt
Kubla Khan Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce - Emily Dickinson


Heat - Hilda Doolittle

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.


How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix Robert Browning










A Dead Boche - Robert Graves

To you who’d read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before)
”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.










Dover Beach Matthew Arnold
Dulce et Decorum est Wilfred Owen
For Annie Edgar Allan Poe



The Artilleryman Walt Whitman
As Kingfishers Catch Fire Gerard Manley Hopkins


Because I Could Not Stop For Death - Emily Dickinson

Casabianca Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Christmas Bells Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daffodils William Wordsworth


Abou Ben Adhem - Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.






Short Poetry Collection 001


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Bacias hidrográficas do estado de São Paulo

Prédios mais altos do mundo

Assalto - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

O Alienista PDF

Odisséia – Homero - PDF Download

Just Go #JustGo - Viagem Volta ao Mundo

Atividades extrativistas do Mato Grosso do Sul

Idade das Religões - Religião História

Bíblia Online

Bíblia PDF

Top 10 BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira



The Tiger - William Blake - Poetry, Poem

Slippery - Migos - Letra Musica - Tradução em Português

Economia em 1 Minuto - Sanderlei

As festas populares em Santa Catarina SC

Áreas de preservação no estado de São Paulo SP

Os símbolos do estado do Rio de Janeiro RJ

A Guerra do Contestado PR

Pantanal – Patrimônio Natural da Humanidade MS

Vozes d'África - Os Escravos - Castro Alves

Mein Kampf PDF

Palácio da Justiça do Amazonas - Centro Cultural, Museu - Manaus - Amazonas AM - Brasil

Revolução Francesa - História


Heat - Hilda Doolittle

       





Heat - Hilda Doolittle

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.


How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix Robert Browning
I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce Emily Dickinson
Jenny Kissed Me Leigh Hunt
Kubla Khan Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Lament of the Irish Emigrant Helen Selina
The Last Rose of Summer Thomas Moore
Laughing Corn Carl Sandburg
Love and Age Thomas Love Peacock
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot
My Shadow Robert Louis Stevenson
Ode 314 Rumi
The Old Familiar Faces Charles Lamb
The Queen of Hearts Christina Rossetti
The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
The Tell-Tale Heart Edgar Allan Poe
Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs, - No Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Wreck of the Hesperus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow









A Dead Boche - Robert Graves

To you who’d read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before)
”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.










Dover Beach Matthew Arnold
Dulce et Decorum est Wilfred Owen
For Annie Edgar Allan Poe



The Artilleryman Walt Whitman
As Kingfishers Catch Fire Gerard Manley Hopkins


Because I Could Not Stop For Death - Emily Dickinson

Casabianca Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Christmas Bells Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daffodils William Wordsworth


Abou Ben Adhem - Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.






Short Poetry Collection 001


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Slippery Letra

Mask Off Letra

Slippery Letra

Bacias hidrográficas do estado de São Paulo

Prédios mais altos do mundo

Assalto - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

O Alienista PDF

Odisséia – Homero - PDF Download

Just Go #JustGo - Viagem Volta ao Mundo

Atividades extrativistas do Mato Grosso do Sul

Idade das Religões - Religião História

Bíblia Online

Bíblia PDF

Top 10 BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira



The Tiger - William Blake - Poetry, Poem

Slippery - Migos - Letra Musica - Tradução em Português

Economia em 1 Minuto - Sanderlei

As festas populares em Santa Catarina SC

Áreas de preservação no estado de São Paulo SP

Os símbolos do estado do Rio de Janeiro RJ

A Guerra do Contestado PR

Pantanal – Patrimônio Natural da Humanidade MS

Vozes d'África - Os Escravos - Castro Alves

Mein Kampf PDF

Palácio da Justiça do Amazonas - Centro Cultural, Museu - Manaus - Amazonas AM - Brasil

Revolução Francesa - História


A Dead Boche - Robert Graves

       









A Dead Boche - Robert Graves

To you who’d read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before)
”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.










Dover Beach Matthew Arnold
Dulce et Decorum est Wilfred Owen
For Annie Edgar Allan Poe
Heat Hilda Doolittle
How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix Robert Browning
I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce Emily Dickinson
Jenny Kissed Me Leigh Hunt
Kubla Khan Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Lament of the Irish Emigrant Helen Selina
The Last Rose of Summer Thomas Moore
Laughing Corn Carl Sandburg
Love and Age Thomas Love Peacock
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot
My Shadow Robert Louis Stevenson
Ode 314 Rumi
The Old Familiar Faces Charles Lamb
The Queen of Hearts Christina Rossetti
The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
The Tell-Tale Heart Edgar Allan Poe
Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs, - No Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Wreck of the Hesperus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



The Artilleryman Walt Whitman
As Kingfishers Catch Fire Gerard Manley Hopkins


Because I Could Not Stop For Death - Emily Dickinson

Casabianca Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Christmas Bells Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Daffodils William Wordsworth


Abou Ben Adhem - Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.






Short Poetry Collection 001

Conteúdo completo disponível em:






Links:


Slippery Letra

Mask Off Letra

Slippery Letra

Bacias hidrográficas do estado de São Paulo

Prédios mais altos do mundo

Assalto - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

O Alienista PDF

Odisséia – Homero - PDF Download

Just Go #JustGo - Viagem Volta ao Mundo

Atividades extrativistas do Mato Grosso do Sul

Idade das Religões - Religião História

Bíblia Online

Bíblia PDF

Top 10 BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira



The Tiger - William Blake - Poetry, Poem

Slippery - Migos - Letra Musica - Tradução em Português

Economia em 1 Minuto - Sanderlei

As festas populares em Santa Catarina SC

Áreas de preservação no estado de São Paulo SP

Os símbolos do estado do Rio de Janeiro RJ

A Guerra do Contestado PR

Pantanal – Patrimônio Natural da Humanidade MS

Vozes d'África - Os Escravos - Castro Alves

Mein Kampf PDF

Palácio da Justiça do Amazonas - Centro Cultural, Museu - Manaus - Amazonas AM - Brasil

Revolução Francesa - História


The Tiger - William Blake

       







The Tiger - William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?







The Tiger William Blake
From Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey William Wordsworth




The Red Cross Spirit Speaks - John Huston Finley







The Red Cross Nurses - Thomas Lansing Masson

Out where the line of battle cleaves
The horizon of woe
And sightless warriors clutch the leaves
The Red Cross nurses go.
In where the cots of agony
Mark death's unmeasured tide--
Bear up the battle's harvestry--
The Red Cross nurses glide.

Look! Where the hell of steel has torn
Its way through slumbering earth
The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn
And wonder at their birth.
Until, above them, calm and wise
With smile and guiding hand,
God looking through their gentle eyes,
The Red Cross nurses stand.








The Lamb - William Blake

Little Lamb who made thee
         Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
         Little Lamb who made thee
         Dost thou know who made thee

         Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
         Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
         Little Lamb God bless thee.
         Little Lamb God bless thee








The Lake Isle of Innisfree - William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
     slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket
     sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.












A Poison Tree - William Blake

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.




The Highwayman Alfred Noyes
The Lady of Shalott Alfred, Lord Tennyson


The Shivering Beggar Robert Graves


Ode to Spring - Robert Burns

When maukin bucks, at early f — s,
In dewy glens are seen, Sir;
And birds, on boughs, take off their m — s,
Amang the leaves sae green, Sir;
Latona's sun looks liquorish on
Dame Nature's grand impetus,
Till his p-go rise, then westward flies
To r-ger Madame Thetis.
Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where many a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's a-se beat time, Sir.
First, wi' the thrush, his thrust and push
Had compass large and long, Sir;
The blackbird next, his tuneful text,
Was bolder, clear and strong, Sir:
The linnet's lay came then in play,
And the lark that soar'd aboon, Sir;
Till Damon, fierce, mistim'd his a — ,
And f — 'd quite out o' tune, Sir.













I'm Nobody - Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!





Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now A. E. Housman








The Matrix - Amy Lowell

Goaded and harassed in the factory
   That tears our life up into bits of days
   Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
   Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
   Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
   Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
   Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
   Within a granite basin, under one
   The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
















Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.






The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot

Dora - Thomas Edward Brown

SHE knelt upon her brother's grave,
  My little girl of six years old—
He used to be so good and brave,
  The sweetest lamb of all our fold;
He used to shout, he used to sing,         5
Of all our tribe the little king—
And so unto the turf her ear she laid,
To hark if still in that dark place he play'd.
    No sound! no sound!
    Death's silence was profound;  10
    And horror crept
    Into her aching heart, and Dora wept.
    If this is as it ought to be,
    My God, I leave it unto The







Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe
A Child's Nightmare Robert Graves


The Walrus and the Carpenter Lewis Carroll
The Dawn Patrol Paul Bewsher






Short Poetry Collection 002




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Slippery Letra

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Slippery Letra

Bacias hidrográficas do estado de São Paulo

Prédios mais altos do mundo

Assalto - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

O Alienista PDF

Odisséia – Homero - PDF Download

Just Go #JustGo - Viagem Volta ao Mundo

Atividades extrativistas do Mato Grosso do Sul

Idade das Religões - Religião História

Bíblia Online

Bíblia PDF

Top 10 BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira



Wild Nights - Emily Dickinson - Poetry, Poem

Seize The Block - Migos - Letra Musica - Tradução em Português

Economia em 1 Minuto - Sanderlei

As festas populares em Santa Catarina SC

Áreas de preservação no estado de São Paulo SP

Os símbolos do estado do Rio de Janeiro RJ

A Guerra do Contestado PR

Pantanal – Patrimônio Natural da Humanidade MS

Vozes d'África - Os Escravos - Castro Alves

Mein Kampf PDF

Palácio da Justiça do Amazonas - Centro Cultural, Museu - Manaus - Amazonas AM - Brasil

Revolução Francesa - História


The Tiger - William Blake

       






The Tiger - William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?







The Tiger William Blake
From Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey William Wordsworth




The Red Cross Spirit Speaks - John Huston Finley







The Red Cross Nurses - Thomas Lansing Masson

Out where the line of battle cleaves
The horizon of woe
And sightless warriors clutch the leaves
The Red Cross nurses go.
In where the cots of agony
Mark death's unmeasured tide--
Bear up the battle's harvestry--
The Red Cross nurses glide.

Look! Where the hell of steel has torn
Its way through slumbering earth
The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn
And wonder at their birth.
Until, above them, calm and wise
With smile and guiding hand,
God looking through their gentle eyes,
The Red Cross nurses stand.








The Lamb - William Blake

Little Lamb who made thee
         Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
         Little Lamb who made thee
         Dost thou know who made thee

         Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
         Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
         Little Lamb God bless thee.
         Little Lamb God bless thee








The Lake Isle of Innisfree - William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
     slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket
     sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.












A Poison Tree - William Blake

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.




The Highwayman Alfred Noyes
The Lady of Shalott Alfred, Lord Tennyson


The Shivering Beggar Robert Graves


Ode to Spring - Robert Burns

When maukin bucks, at early f — s,
In dewy glens are seen, Sir;
And birds, on boughs, take off their m — s,
Amang the leaves sae green, Sir;
Latona's sun looks liquorish on
Dame Nature's grand impetus,
Till his p-go rise, then westward flies
To r-ger Madame Thetis.
Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where many a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's a-se beat time, Sir.
First, wi' the thrush, his thrust and push
Had compass large and long, Sir;
The blackbird next, his tuneful text,
Was bolder, clear and strong, Sir:
The linnet's lay came then in play,
And the lark that soar'd aboon, Sir;
Till Damon, fierce, mistim'd his a — ,
And f — 'd quite out o' tune, Sir.













I'm Nobody - Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!





Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now A. E. Housman








The Matrix - Amy Lowell

Goaded and harassed in the factory
   That tears our life up into bits of days
   Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
   Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
   Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
   Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
   Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
   Within a granite basin, under one
   The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
















Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.






The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot

Dora - Thomas Edward Brown

SHE knelt upon her brother's grave,
  My little girl of six years old—
He used to be so good and brave,
  The sweetest lamb of all our fold;
He used to shout, he used to sing,         5
Of all our tribe the little king—
And so unto the turf her ear she laid,
To hark if still in that dark place he play'd.
    No sound! no sound!
    Death's silence was profound;  10
    And horror crept
    Into her aching heart, and Dora wept.
    If this is as it ought to be,
    My God, I leave it unto The







Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe
A Child's Nightmare Robert Graves


The Walrus and the Carpenter Lewis Carroll
The Dawn Patrol Paul Bewsher






Short Poetry Collection 002





Conteúdo completo disponível em:






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Slippery Letra

Mask Off Letra

Slippery Letra

Bacias hidrográficas do estado de São Paulo

Prédios mais altos do mundo

Assalto - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

O Alienista PDF

Odisséia – Homero - PDF Download

Just Go #JustGo - Viagem Volta ao Mundo

Atividades extrativistas do Mato Grosso do Sul

Idade das Religões - Religião História

Bíblia Online

Bíblia PDF

Top 10 BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira



Wild Nights - Emily Dickinson - Poetry, Poem

Seize The Block - Migos - Letra Musica - Tradução em Português

Economia em 1 Minuto - Sanderlei

As festas populares em Santa Catarina SC

Áreas de preservação no estado de São Paulo SP

Os símbolos do estado do Rio de Janeiro RJ

A Guerra do Contestado PR

Pantanal – Patrimônio Natural da Humanidade MS

Vozes d'África - Os Escravos - Castro Alves

Mein Kampf PDF

Palácio da Justiça do Amazonas - Centro Cultural, Museu - Manaus - Amazonas AM - Brasil

Revolução Francesa - História


The Red Cross Spirit Speaks - John Huston Finley

       








The Red Cross Spirit Speaks - John Huston Finley





The Tiger William Blake
The Tiger William Blake
From Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey William Wordsworth






The Red Cross Nurses - Thomas Lansing Masson

Out where the line of battle cleaves
The horizon of woe
And sightless warriors clutch the leaves
The Red Cross nurses go.
In where the cots of agony
Mark death's unmeasured tide--
Bear up the battle's harvestry--
The Red Cross nurses glide.

Look! Where the hell of steel has torn
Its way through slumbering earth
The orphaned urchins kneel forlorn
And wonder at their birth.
Until, above them, calm and wise
With smile and guiding hand,
God looking through their gentle eyes,
The Red Cross nurses stand.








The Lamb - William Blake

Little Lamb who made thee
         Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
         Little Lamb who made thee
         Dost thou know who made thee

         Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
         Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
         Little Lamb God bless thee.
         Little Lamb God bless thee








The Lake Isle of Innisfree - William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
     slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket
     sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.












A Poison Tree - William Blake

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.




The Highwayman Alfred Noyes
The Lady of Shalott Alfred, Lord Tennyson


The Shivering Beggar Robert Graves


Ode to Spring - Robert Burns

When maukin bucks, at early f — s,
In dewy glens are seen, Sir;
And birds, on boughs, take off their m — s,
Amang the leaves sae green, Sir;
Latona's sun looks liquorish on
Dame Nature's grand impetus,
Till his p-go rise, then westward flies
To r-ger Madame Thetis.
Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,
And glances o'er the brae, Sir,
Slides by a bower where many a flower
Sheds fragrance on the day, Sir;
There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,
To love they thought no crime, Sir;
The wild-birds sang, the echoes rang,
While Damon's a-se beat time, Sir.
First, wi' the thrush, his thrust and push
Had compass large and long, Sir;
The blackbird next, his tuneful text,
Was bolder, clear and strong, Sir:
The linnet's lay came then in play,
And the lark that soar'd aboon, Sir;
Till Damon, fierce, mistim'd his a — ,
And f — 'd quite out o' tune, Sir.













I'm Nobody - Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!





Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now A. E. Housman








The Matrix - Amy Lowell

Goaded and harassed in the factory
   That tears our life up into bits of days
   Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
   Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
   Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.
   Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
   Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
   Within a granite basin, under one
   The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.
















Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.






The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T. S. Eliot

Dora - Thomas Edward Brown

SHE knelt upon her brother's grave,
  My little girl of six years old—
He used to be so good and brave,
  The sweetest lamb of all our fold;
He used to shout, he used to sing,         5
Of all our tribe the little king—
And so unto the turf her ear she laid,
To hark if still in that dark place he play'd.
    No sound! no sound!
    Death's silence was profound;  10
    And horror crept
    Into her aching heart, and Dora wept.
    If this is as it ought to be,
    My God, I leave it unto The







Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe
A Child's Nightmare Robert Graves


The Walrus and the Carpenter Lewis Carroll
The Dawn Patrol Paul Bewsher






Short Poetry Collection 002



Conteúdo completo disponível em:






Links:


Slippery Letra

Mask Off Letra

Slippery Letra

Bacias hidrográficas do estado de São Paulo

Prédios mais altos do mundo

Assalto - Carlos Drummond de Andrade

O Alienista PDF

Odisséia – Homero - PDF Download

Just Go #JustGo - Viagem Volta ao Mundo

Atividades extrativistas do Mato Grosso do Sul

Idade das Religões - Religião História

Bíblia Online

Bíblia PDF

Top 10 BLOGs by Sanderlei Silveira



Wild Nights - Emily Dickinson - Poetry, Poem

Seize The Block - Migos - Letra Musica - Tradução em Português

Economia em 1 Minuto - Sanderlei

As festas populares em Santa Catarina SC

Áreas de preservação no estado de São Paulo SP

Os símbolos do estado do Rio de Janeiro RJ

A Guerra do Contestado PR

Pantanal – Patrimônio Natural da Humanidade MS

Vozes d'África - Os Escravos - Castro Alves

Mein Kampf PDF

Palácio da Justiça do Amazonas - Centro Cultural, Museu - Manaus - Amazonas AM - Brasil

Revolução Francesa - História