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Famous Als Poems by Famous Poets

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by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...louied the lasse
Auther to longe lye or to longe sitte,
So bisied him his yghonge blod and his brayn wylde.
And also an other maner meued him eke
That he thurygh nobelay had nomen, he wolde neuer ete
Vpon such a dere day er hym deuised were
Of sum auenturus thyng an vncouthe tale,
Of sum mayn meruayle, that he myyght trawe,
Of alderes, of armes, of other auenturus,
Other sum segg hym bisoyght of sum siker knyyght
To joyne wyth hym in iustyng, in jopardŽ to lay,...Read More

by Brecht, Bertolt

Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt, ma soeur
Als wie ich fortging von dir in jenem Abendrot.
Der Wald schluckte mich, der blaue Wald, ma soeur
Über dem immer schon die bleichen Gestirne im Westen standen.

Ich lachte kein klein wenig, gar nicht, ma soeur
Der ich spielend dunklem Schicksal entgegenging --
Während schon die Gesichter hinter mir
Langsam im Abend des blauen Walds verbla?ten.

A...Read More

by Von Eichendorff, Joseph Freiherr
...Es war, als hätt' der Himmel 
Die Erde still geküsst 
Dass sie im Blütenschimmer 
Von ihm nun träumen müsst 

Die Luft ging durch die Felder 
Die Ähren wogten sacht 
Es rauschten leis die Wälder 
So sternklar war die Nacht 

Und meine Seele spannte 
Weit ihre Flügel aus 
Flog durch die stillen Lande 
Als flöge sie nach Haus

It was as though the sky
had silently k...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
Grass time is done, my fodder is now forage.
This white top* writeth mine olde years; *head
Mine heart is also moulded* as mine hairs; *grown mouldy
And I do fare as doth an open-erse*; *medlar 
That ilke* fruit is ever longer werse, *same
Till it be rotten *in mullok or in stre*. *on the ground or in straw*
We olde men, I dread, so fare we;
Till we be rotten, can we not be ripe;
We hop* away, while that the world will pipe; *dance
For in our will there s...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey of so cruel a dede;
Avysement is good bifore the nede.

'Wo worth the faire gemme vertulees!
Wo worth that herbe also that dooth no bote! 
Wo worth that beautee that is routhelees!
Wo worth that wight that tret ech under fote!
And ye, that been of beautee crop and rote,
If therwith-al in you ther be no routhe,
Than is it harm ye liven, by my trouthe! 

'And also thenk wel that this is no gaude;
For me were lever, thou and I and he
Were hanged, than I sholde been his ba...Read More

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