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Written by Langston Hughes | Create an image from this poem

Quiet Girl

 I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs.


Written by Langston Hughes | Create an image from this poem

Ardella

 I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs.
Written by Emma Lazarus | Create an image from this poem

Echoes

 THE MIGHT that shaped itself through storm and stress
In chaos, here is lulled in breathing sweet;
Under the long brown ridge in gentleness
 Its fierce old pulses beat.
Quiet and sad we go at eve; the fire That woke exultant in an earlier day Is dead; the memories of old desire Only in shadows play.
We liken love to this and that; our thought The echo of a deeper being seems: We kiss, because God once for beauty sought Within a world of dreams.
Written by Robert Browning | Create an image from this poem

Holy-Cross Day

 ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO
ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON
IN ROME.
[``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, and now must my lord preach his first sermon to the Jews: as it was of old cared for in tine merciful bowels of the Church, that, so to speak, a crumb at least from her conspicuous table here in Rome should be, though but once yearly, cast to the famishing dogs, under-trampled and bespitten-upon beneath the feet of the guests.
And a moving sight in truth, this, of so many of the besotted blind restif and ready-to-perish Hebrews! now maternally brought---nay (for He saith, `Compel them to come in') haled, as it were, by the head and hair, and against their obstinate hearts, to partake of the heavenly grace.
What awakening, what striving with tears, what working of a yeasty conscience! Nor was my lord wanting to himself on so apt an occasion; witness the abundance of conversions which did incontinently reward him: though not to my lord be altogether the glory.
''---_Diary by the Bishop's Secretary,_ 1600.
] What the Jews really said, on thus being driven to church, was rather to this effect:--- I.
Fee, faw, fum! bubble and squeak! Blessedest Thursday's the fat of the week.
Rumble and tumble, sleek and rough, Stinking and savoury, simug and gruff, Take the church-road, for the bell's due chime Gives us the summons---'tis sermon-time! II.
Bob, here's Barnabas! Job, that's you? Up stumps Solomon---bustling too? Shame, man! greedy beyond your years To handsel the bishop's shaving-shears? Fair play's a jewel! Leave friends in the lurch? Stand on a line ere you start for the church! III.
Higgledy piggledy, packed we lie, Rats in a hamper, swine in a stye, Wasps in a bottle, frogs in a sieve, Worms in a carcase, fleas in a sleeve.
Hist! square shoulders, settle your thumbs And buzz for the bishop---here he comes.
IV.
Bow, wow, wow---a bone for the dog! I liken his Grace to an acorned hog.
What, a boy at his side, with the bloom of a lass, To help and handle my lord's hour-glass! Didst ever behold so lithe a chine? His cheek hath laps like a fresh-singed swine.
V.
Aaron's asleep---shove hip to haunch, Or somebody deal him a dig in the paunch! Look at the purse with the tassel and knob, And the gown with the angel and thingumbob! What's he at, quotha? reading his text! Now you've his curtsey---and what comes next? VI.
See to our converts---you doomed black dozen--- No stealing away---nor cog nor cozen! You five, that were thieves, deserve it fairly; You seven, that were beggars, will live less sparely; You took your turn and dipped in the hat, Got fortune---and fortune gets you; mind that! VII.
Give your first groan---compunction's at work; And soft! from a Jew you mount to a Turk.
Lo, Micah,---the selfsame beard on chin He was four times already converted in! Here's a knife, clip quick---it's a sign of grace--- Or he ruins us all with his hanging-face.
VIII.
Whom now is the bishop a-leering at? I know a point where his text falls pat.
I'll tell him to-morrow, a word just now Went to my heart and made me vow I meddle no more with the worst of trades--- Let somebody else pay his serenades.
IX.
Groan all together now, whee-hee-hee! It's a-work, it's a-work, ah, woe is me! It began, when a herd of us, picked and placed, Were spurred through the Corso, stripped to the waist; Jew brutes, with sweat and blood well spent To usher in worthily Christian Lent.
X.
It grew, when the hangman entered our bounds, Yelled, pricked us out to his church like hounds: It got to a pitch, when the hand indeed Which gutted my purse would throttle my creed: And it overflows when, to even the odd, Men I helped to their sins help me to their God.
XI.
But now, while the scapegoats leave our flock, And the rest sit silent and count the clock, Since forced to muse the appointed time On these precious facts and truths sublime,--- Let us fitly ennploy it, under our breath, In saying Ben Ezra's Song of Death.
XII.
For Rabbi Ben Ezra, the night he died, Called sons and sons' sons to his side, And spoke, ``This world has been harsh and strange; ``Something is wrong: there needeth a change.
``But what, or where? at the last or first? ``In one point only we sinned, at worst.
XIII.
``The Lord will have mercy on Jacob yet, ``And again in his border see Israel set.
``When Judah beholds Jerusalem, ``The stranger-seed shall be joined to them: ``To Jacob's House shall the Gentiles cleave.
``So the Prophet saith and his sons believe.
XIV.
``Ay, the children of the chosen race ``Shall carry and bring them to their place: ``In the land of the Lord shall lead the same, ``Bondsmen and handmaids.
Who shall blame, ``When the slaves enslave, the oppressed ones o'er ``The oppressor triumph for evermore? XV.
``God spoke, and gave us the word to keep, ``Bade never fold the hands nor sleep ``'Mid a faithless world,---at watch and ward, ``Till Christ at the end relieve our guard.
``By His servant Moses the watch was set: ``Though near upon cock-crow, we keep it yet.
XVI.
``Thou! if thou wast He, who at mid-watch came, ``By the starlight, naming a dubious name! ``And if, too heavy with sleep---too rash ``With fear---O Thou, if that martyr-gash ``Fell on Thee coming to take thine own, ``And we gave the Cross, when we owed the Throne--- XVII.
``Thou art the Judge.
We are bruised thus.
``But, the Judgment over, join sides with us! ``Thine too is the cause! and not more thine ``Than ours, is the work of these dogs and swine, ``Whose life laughs through and spits at their creed! ``Who maintain Thee in word, and defy Thee in deed! XVIII.
``We withstood Christ then? Be mindful how ``At least we withstand Barabbas now! ``Was our outrage sore? But the worst we spared, ``To have called these---Christians, had we dared! ``Let defiance to them pay mistrust of Thee, ``And Rome make amends for Calvary! XIX.
``By the torture, prolonged from age to age, ``By the infamy, Israel's heritage, ``By the Ghetto's plague, by the garb's disgrace, ``By the badge of shame, by the felon's place, ``By the branding-tool, the bloody whip, ``And the summons to Christian fellowship,--- XX.
``We boast our proof that at least the Jew ``Would wrest Christ's name from the Devil's crew.
``Thy face took never so deep a shade ``But we fought them in it, God our aid! ``A trophy to bear, as we marchs, thy band, ``South, East, and on to the Pleasant Land!'' [_Pope Gregory XVI.
abolished this bad business of the Sermon.
_---R.
B.
]
Written by Rg Gregory | Create an image from this poem

southampton water

 song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam
branches of violins sprayed across the mind
what is magnetic in a wave breaking white 
drawing the chords of evening to a single sound

i would liken your hair to a slow movement
of seagulls in the wind catching my eye
by sheer virtue of design - i could nest there
as naturally as the anemones nest in the sea

in a promontory of thought i might mistake
the sea-air for a hand brushing my face
for the breeze i think is not so fleshless
nor your fingers so earthy as the rose

and then like an expansion in the blood
sometimes in the restless reflections of the boat
leaning in company across the rail i feel
another sea coming in at the elbows of your coat


Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

This wheel of heaven, which makes us all afraid,

This wheel of heaven, which makes us all afraid,
I liken to a lamp's revolving shade,
The sun the candlestick, the earth the shade,
And men the trembling forms thereon portrayed.
Written by Omar Khayyam | Create an image from this poem

That vault of heaven, under which we reel, we might,

That vault of heaven, under which we reel, we might,
in thought, liken to a lantern. The universe is the lantern.
The sun represents the light, and we, like the
images with which the lantern is ornamented, dwell there
in stupefaction.

Book: Reflection on the Important Things