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Limerick:There was an Old Man with a beard

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who sat on a horse when he reared;
But they said, "Never mind!
You will fall off behind,
You propitious Old Man with a beard!"

Elysium Of Shades

© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Elysium of shades this soul of mine,
Shades silent, luminous, and wholly severed
From this tempestuous age, these restless times,
Their joys and griefs, their aims and their endeavours.

Those Who Do Not Dance

© Gabriela Mistral

A crippled child
Said, How shall I dance?
Let your heart dance
We said.

Joy

© Sara Teasdale

I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!

The Ute Lover

© Hamlin Garland

BENEATH the burning brazen sky,

The yellowed tepees stand.

The Army of the Rear

© Henry Lawson

I LISTENED through the music and the sounds of revelry,

And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee;

Rocky Acres

© Robert Graves

This is a wild land, country of my choice,

With harsh craggy mountain, moor ample and bare.

Turkeys

© John Clare

The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees

In the old border full of maple trees

A Dream

© Matthew Arnold

Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd,

Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream,

A Dialogue, intitled, The Kind Master And The Dutiful Servant

© Jupiter Hammon

Master.
Come my servant, follow me,
According to thy place;
And surely God will be with thee,
And send the heav'nly grace.

The Golden Corpse

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Stripped country, shrunken as a beggar's heart,
Inviolate landscape, hardened into steel,
Where the cold soil shatters under heel
Day after day like armor cracked apart.

The Poor Children

© Victor Marie Hugo

Take heed of this small child of earth;

He is great; he hath in him God most high.

Melancholy

© Paul Verlaine

I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,-the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
Of gold, with languid sunshine dancing in each line.

"The Undying One" - Canto IV

On she goes, and the waves are dashing
Under her stern, and under her prow;
Oh! pleasant the sound of the waters splashing
To those who the heat of the desert know.

Lacock Nunnery

I stood upon the stone where ELA lay,

The widowed founder of these ancient walls,

Mid-Day

© John Kenyon

'Tis deepest Mid-day! Not a sound is heard,

Save this low insect-murmur; which yet seems

The Sleep Of Spring

© John Clare

O for that sweet, untroubled rest
That poets oft have sung!--
The babe upon its mother's breast,
The bird upon its young,
The heart asleep without a pain--
When shall I know that sleep again?

I know a garden like a child,
Clean and new-washed and reconciled.
It grows its own sweet way, yet still
Has guidance of some tender will
That clips, confines, its wilder mood
And makes it happy, being good.

Reply To Rudyard Kipling's Poem: 'he travels the fast who travels alone'

Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,
Though he laughs in the daytime, oft weeps through the nights;
For courage goes down with the set of the sun,
When the toil of the journey is all borne by one.
He speeds but to grief, though full gaily he ride,
Who travels alone without Love at his side.