h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

[Edgar Allen Poe: The Raven]

If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from they slender store two leaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

(Gulistan of MisliH Eddin Saadi: Hyacinths To Feed Thy Soul)

Correction: the name is Gulistan of Moslih (misspelled in last post)

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

[Shakespeare: Sonnet 29]

At last my shout is answered!Are you near,
Man whom i cannot see but can hear?

Thom Gunn.

Here!


[Thom Gunn]

I was welcomed here — clear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn,
the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree

[Denise Levertov: Settling]

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

'Ode to Autumn' Keats

Let hazels grow, and spindling sedge,
Bend bowering over-head;
Dig old man's beard from woodland hedge,
To twine a summer shade.

[John Clare, After Reading in a Letter Proposals for Building a Cottage.]

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate

[Shakespeare: Sonnet 18]

if this should be, i say if this should be--
You of my heart, send me a little word.

[e. e. cummings]

If

(by RK)

If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee.

[Charles Wolfe, To Mary.]

Weep no more,nor sigh,or groan,
Sorrowcalls no time thats gone:
Violets pluck'd,the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.

John Fletcher.

what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

[e. e. cummings]

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never

[Shakespeare: Much Ado]

Swear
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.

[John Donne]

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He saw all spoiled. "Don't let him cut my hand off—
The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!"
So. But the hand was gone already.

[Robert Frost - Out! Out -]

Alas!tis true i have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view
G,ord mine own thoughts,sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of affections new;