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Off Monomoy

© Bliss William Carman

HAVE you sailed Nantucket Sound
By lightship, buoy, and bell,
And lain becalmed at noon
On an oily summer swell?

I touched each petal with the sunbeams flaked
Roses and pansies of the early morn,
Lilies that lilted of the moons light grace,
And left them hushed when all my joy was slaked;
For in the garden of my soul, God-born,
Each flower made beauty for my childs soft face.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

For Esther was a woman most complete
In all her ways of loving. And with me
Dealt as one deals who careless of deceit
And rich in all things is of all things free.

Ode To Death

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Oh, Misery's cure! who e'er in pale dismay
Has watch'd the angel form they could not save,
And seen their dearest blessing torn away,
May well the terrors of thy triumph brave,
Nor pause in fearful dread before the opening grave!

The Foolish Elm

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The bold young Autumn came riding along

One day where an elm-tree grew.

Prologue To Tancred And Sigismunda

© James Thomson

Bold is the man! who, in this nicer age,
Presumes to tread the chaste corrected stage.
Now, with gay tinsel arts, we can no more
Conceal the want of Nature's sterling ore.

To a Little Maid - by a Politician

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Come with me, little maid,

Nay, shrink not, thus afraid -

The House Of Life

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Sonnet is a moment's monument,

Memorial from the Soul's eternity

The Journeyman

© Ralph Hodgson

Not baser than his own homekeeping kind

Whose journeyman he is -

The sounds that slip

© Ava

A soft tress on the summit of a quill
The she the her
Troubled by the smirk of
A lipless apparatus

Contrasted Songs: Song Of Margaret

© Jean Ingelow

Ay, I saw her, we have met,

Married eyes how sweet they be

The Triumphs Of Philamore And Amoret. To The Noblest Of Our

Sir, your sad absence I complain, as earth
Her long-hid spring, that gave her verdures birth,
Who now her cheerful aromatick head
Shrinks in her cold and dismal widow'd bed;
Whilst the false sun her lover doth him move
Below, and to th' antipodes make love.