When In Disgrace, William Shakespeare
Ozymandius, Percy Shelley
Eldorado, Edgar Allan Poe
After Publication of Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry
I’m Nobody. Who Are You? Emily Dickinson
Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out, Jimmy Cox
If, Rudyard Kipling
Jenny Kissed Me, Leigh Hunt
Love Minus Zero/No Limit, Bob Dylan
Failing and Flying, Jack Gilbert
Self Portrait, David Whyte
The Man Watching, Rainer Maria Rilke
One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
Kindness, Naomi Shihab Nye
The Truly Great, Stephen Spender
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Last Night As I Was Sleeping, Anthony Machado
I am I, Don Quixote (Man of La Mancha), Joe Darion (Mitch Leigh)
Lucky Be a Lady Tonight, Frank Loesser
Goodbye Cruel World, Gloria Shayne Baker
Famous, Naomi Shihab Nye
When I Heard at the Break of Day, Walt Whitman
The Invitation, Oriah Mountain Dreamer
On His Blindness, John Milton
To Failure, Philip Larkin
Give Me No Gift of Weapons, Abraham J. Heschel
Success is Counted Sweetest, Emily Dickinson
A Modest Love, Sir Edward Dyer
You Can Have Either, Emerson
A Failure, Edith Wharton
Gotta Serve Somebody, Bob Dylan
Love Armed, Aphra Behn
When In Disgrace
by William Shakespeare
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy, contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Ozymandius
by Percy Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Eldorado
by Edgar Allan Poe
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?”
“Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,”
The shade replied-
“If you seek for Eldorado!”
After Publication of Under the Volcano
by Malcolm Lowry
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I’m Nobody. Who Are You?
by 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!
Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out
by Jimmy Cox
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If
by Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Jenny Kissed Me
by Leigh Hunt
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief! who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad;
Say that health and wealth have missed me;
Say I’m growing old, but add-
Jenny kissed me!
Love Minus Zero/No Limit*
by Bob Dylan
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can’t buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
* Used with the kind permission of Bob Dylan Music Company.
Failing and Flying
by Jack Gilbert
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Self Portrait
by David Whyte
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The Man Watching
by Rainer Maria Rilke
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One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
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Kindness
by Naomi Shihab Nye
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The Truly Great
by Stephen Spender
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