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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 19
© William Langland
That thow [have thyn askyng], as the lawe asketh
Omnia sunt tua ad defendendum set non ad deprehendendum.'
The viker hadde fer hoom, and faire took his leeve -
And I awakned therwith, and wroot as me mette.
To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned
© John Keats
WHAT is there in the universal Earth
More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree?
The Swarm
© Sylvia Plath
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -
A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street.
Jealousy can open the blood,
It can make black roses.
Who are the shooting at?
Autumn
© Theodore Harding Rand
Splendours of blossomed time, like poppies red,
Distil dull slumbers o'er the engaged soul
And thrall with sensuous pomp its azured dower;
Till, roused by vibrant touch from the unseen Power,
The spirit keen, freed from the painted dead,
On wings mounts up to reach its living Goal.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13
© Conrad Aiken
My heart is an old house, and in that forlorn old house,
In the very centre, dark and forgotten,
My Irish Love
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Unheeded, Dante on the cushion lay,
His golden clasps yet lock'd--no poet tells
The tale of Love with such a wizard tongue
That lovers slight dear Love himself to list.
"Wonkavite..."
© Roald Dahl
"If you are old and have the shakes,
If all your bones are full of aches,
If you can hardly walk at all,
If living drives you up the wall,
To the Unknown Warrior
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not
The one great pleasure of ignoble days,
Fame without name and glory without gossip,
Whom no biographer befouls with praise.
Listening To Celestial Lays
© Louisa May Alcott
'"Listening to celestial lays,
Bending thy unclouded gaze
On the pure and living light,
Thou art blest, Aslauga's Knight!"
The River.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am a river flowing from God's sea
Through devious ways. He mapped my course for me;
The People's Admiration For Duke Woo
© Confucius
The black robes well your form befit;
When they are worn we'll make you new.
Winter Dusk
© Sara Teasdale
I WATCH the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.
He made no promise
© Saigyo
He made no promise, yet
Wondering if he'll come, I wait,
In the early evening;
If only it would stay this way,
Remaining light…
First Known when Lost
© Edward Thomas
I never had noticed it until
'Twas gone, - the narrow copse
Where now the woodman lops
The last of the willows with his bill
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O, light canoe, where dost thou glide?
Below thee gleams no silver'd tide,
But concave heaven's chiefest pride.
Embers
© Sara Teasdale
I said, "My youth is gone
Like a fire beaten out by the rain,
That will never sway and sing
Or play with the wind again."
Rachel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE wan September moonbeams, struggling down
Through the gray clouds upon her desolate head,
The coldness of their muffled radiance shed
Faintly above her like a spectral crown:
Spinning
© Helen Hunt Jackson
Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days;
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways;
I know each day will bring its task,
And, being blind, no more I ask.
The West A Glimmering Lake Of Light
© William Ernest Henley
The West a glimmering lake of light,
A dream of pearly weather,
