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To Doctor Bale

© Barnabe Googe

Good aged Bale, that with thy hoary hairs

Dost yet persist to turn the painful book,

The Muses Threnodie: First Muse

Of Mr George Ruthven the tears and mournings,
Amidst the giddie course of fortune's turnings,
Upon his dear friend's death, Mr John Gall,
Where his rare ornaments bear a part, and wretched Gabions all.

The Gift

© Sara Teasdale

What can I give you, my lord, my lover,
You who have given the world to me,
Showed me the light and the joy that cover
The wild sweet earth and the restless sea?

The River Of Ruin

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

ALONG by the river of ruin

They dally the thoughtless ones,

The Spelling Lesson

© Carolyn Wells

When Venus said: "Spell no for me,"
"N-O," Dan Cupid wrote with glee,
And smiled at his success;
"Ah, child," said Venus, laughing low,
"We women do not spell it so,
We spell it Y-E-S."

Blind From My Birth

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Blind from my birth,

Where flowers are springing

I've Thirty Months

© John Millington Synge

I've thirty months, and that's my pride,

Before my age's a double score,

At Sunrise

© Bliss William Carman

NOW the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.

Edwin Booth

© Vachel Lindsay

An old actor at the Players Club told me that Edwin Booth
first impersonated Hamlet when a barnstormer in California.
There were few theatres, but the hotels were provided
with crude assembly rooms for strolling players.

Sonnet I

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

Whether we write or speak or do but look

We are ever unapparent. What we are

Baby

© Harry Graham

Baby in the cauldron fell, --
See the grief on Mother's brow;
Mother loved her darling well, --
Darling's quite hard-boiled by now.

Common Nocturne

A breath opens operatic breaches
in the walls,-- blurs the pivoting of crumbling roofs,--
disperses the boundaries
of hearths,-- eclipses the windows.

Melody In A Restaurant

© Conrad Aiken

The cigarette smoke loops and slides above us,
Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes.
You strike a match and stare upon the flame.
The tiny firelight leaps in your eyes a moment
And dies away as silently as it came.

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CX

THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED
How the earth burns! Each pebble underfoot
Is as a living thing with power to wound.
The white sand quivers, and the footfall mute