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The Gulf of All Human Possessions

© Jonathan Swift

Come hither, and behold the fruits,
Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.
Take wise advice, and look behind,
Bring all past actions to thy mind.

Afterglow

© Alice Guerin Crist

A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose

Desire

© Thomas Traherne

For giving me desire,

An eager thirst, a burning ardent fire,

The Disenthralled

© John Greenleaf Whittier

HE had bowed down to drunkenness,
An abject worshipper:
The pride of manhood's pulse had grown
Too faint and cold to stir;

Vale` - Egypt's Might is Tumbled Down

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Egypt's might is tumbled down
Down a-down the deeps of though;
Greece is fallen and Troy town,
Glorious Rome hath lost her crown,
Venice' pride is nought.

Y Pensar Que Pudimos...

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Y pensar que extraviamos
La senda milagrosa
En que se hubiera abierto
Nuestra ilusión, como una perenne rosa…

On A Moonstruck Gravel Road by Rodney Torreson: American Life in Poetry #49 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet La

This fine poem by Rodney Torreson, of Grand Rapids, Michigan, looks into the world of boys arriving at the edge of manhood, and compares their natural wildness to that of dogs, with whom they feel a kinship. On A Moonstruck Gravel Road

The sheep-killing dogs saunter home,
wool scraps in their teeth.

In Sanctuary

© Edith Nesbit

THE young Spring air was strong like wine,
The sky reflected in your eyes
Was of a blue as deep-divine
As ever glowed in southern skies.

Pain XVI

© Khalil Gibran

And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."

And he said:

Farewell To Italy

© Alfred Austin

Incomparable Italy, farewell!

Tears not unmanly trespass to the eyes,

Ad Astra

© George Essex Evans

Cleaving the blue abysmal without sound,
Pressed on my soul I felt the awful seals
Of that vast Cosmos without depth or bound,
Blazing with golden wheels.

I Said, "Love Is Gone"

© Margaret Widdemer

I SAID, "Love is gone;

I need bear no more

Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Crimson curtains round my mother's bed,
Silken soft as may be;
Cool white curtains round about my bed,
For I am but a baby.

Olney Hymn 63: Not Of Works

© William Cowper

Grace, triumphant in the throne,

Scorns a rival, reigns alone;

A Lullaby

THE dream ship is ready, the sea is like gold

And the fairy prince waits in command;

The Riding Camel

I was Junda's riding camel. I went in front of the train.
I was hung with shells of the Orient, from saddle and cinch and rein.
I was sour as a snake to handle, and rough a rock to ride,
But I could keep up with the west wind, and my pace was Junda's pride.

Romance

© Andrew Lang

MY Love dwelt in a Northern land.

A gray tower in a forest green

My Mother

God made my mother on an April day,
From sorrow and the mist along the sea,
Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray,
And the moon loved her wandering jealously.

Je ne me mets pas en peine

Je ne me mets pas en peine
Du clocher ni du beffroi ;
Je ne sais rien de la reine,
Et je ne sais rien du roi ;

The Poetry Of Keats

The song of a nightingale sent thro' a slumbrous valley,
Low-lidded with twilight, and tranced with the dolorous sound,
Tranced with a tender enchantment; the yearning of passion
That wins immortality even while panting delirious with death.