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by Kobayashi Issa

Writing shit about new snow

 Writing shit about new snow
for the rich
is not art.


by Frank Bidart

Homo Faber

 Whatever lies still uncarried from the abyss within
me as I die dies with me.


by Douglas Stewart

Arthur Stace


by Mother Goose

Caesar's Song

 

  Bow-wow-wow!
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog,
  Bow-wow-wow!


by Emily Dickinson

Her Grace is all she has --

 Her Grace is all she has --
And that, so least displays --
One Art to recognize, must be,
Another Art, to praise.


by Dorothy Parker

Faute De Mieux

 Travel, trouble, music, art,
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.


by Robert Burns

506. Epigram on Mr. James Gracie

 GRACIE, thou art a man of worth,
 O be thou Dean for ever!
May he be d—d to hell henceforth,
 Who fauts thy weight or measure!


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

DISTINCTION

"I am but clay," the sinner plead,
Who fed each vain desire.
"Not only clay," another said,
"But worse, for thou art mire."


by Robert Burns

121. Epitaph on 'Wee Johnnie'

 WHOE’ER thou art, O reader, know
 That Death has murder’d Johnie;
An’ here his body lies fu’ low;
 For saul he ne’er had ony.


by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Distinction

 "I am but clay," the sinner plead, 
Who fed each vain desire.
"Not only clay," another said, "But worse, for thou art mire.
"


by Robert Burns

175. Epigram to Miss Jean Scott

 O HAD each Scot of ancient times
 Been, Jeanie Scott, as thou art;
The bravest heart on English ground
 Had yielded like a coward.


by Ben Jonson

To Pertinax Cob


LXIX.
 — TO PERTINAX COB.

COB, thou nor soldier, thief, nor fencer art,
Yet by thy weapon liv'st! thou hast one good part.


by Omar Khayyam

On the dread day of final scrutiny

On the dread day of final scrutiny
Thou wilt be rated by thy quality;
Get wisdom and fair qualities to-day,
For, as thou art, requited wilt thou be.


by Robert Herrick

UPON MAN

 Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.


by Stephen Crane

Tradition thou art for suckling children

 Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then -- But, alas, we all are babes.


by Omar Khayyam

Hear from the spirit world this mystery:

Hear from the spirit world this mystery:
Creation is summed up, O man, in thee;
Angel and demon, man and beast art thou,
Yea, thou art all thou dost appear to be!


by Omar Khayyam

Young wooer, charm all hearts with lover's art,

Young wooer, charm all hearts with lover's art,
Glad winner, lead thy paragon apart!
A hundred Ka'bas equal not one heart,
Seek not the Ka'ba, rather seek a heart!


by Omar Khayyam

With going to and fro in this sad vale

With going to and fro in this sad vale
Thou art grown double, and thy credit stale,
Thy nails are thickened like a horse's hoof,
Thy beard is ragged as an ass's tail.


by Omar Khayyam

My body's life and strength proceed from Thee!

My body's life and strength proceed from Thee!
My soul within and spirit are of Thee!
My being is of Thee, and Thou art mine,
And I am Thine, since I am lost in Thee!


by Omar Khayyam

Omar! of burning heart, perchance to burn

Omar! of burning heart, perchance to burn
In hell, and feed its bale-fires in thy turn,
Presume not to teach Allah clemency,
For who art thou to teach, or He to learn?


by Omar Khayyam

O man, who art creation's summary,

O man, who art creation's summary,
Getting and spending too much trouble thee!
Arise, and quaff the Etern Cupbearer's wine,
And so from troubles of both worlds be free!


by Emily Dickinson

Tomorrow -- whose location

 "Tomorrow" -- whose location
The Wise deceives
Though its hallucination
Is last that leaves --
Tomorrow -- thou Retriever
Of every tare --
Of Alibi art thou
Or ownest where?


by Walter Savage Landor

On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.


by Walter Savage Landor

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher

 I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.


by Omar Khayyam

O thou who for thy pleasure dost impart

O thou who for thy pleasure dost impart
A pang of sorrow to thy fellow's heart,
Go! mourn thy perished wit, and peace of mind,
Thyself hast slain them, like the fool thou art!


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