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Natural Theology
© Andrew Lang
So Qing, King Nqsha's Bushman hunter, spoke,
Beside the camp-fire, by the fountain fair,
When all were weary, and soft clouds of smoke
Were fading, fragrant, in the twilit air:
And suddenly in each man's heart there woke
A pang, a sacred memory of prayer.
On A Wine Of Horace's
© Franklin Pierce Adams
What time I read your mighty line,
O Mr. Q. Horatius Flaccus,
In praise of many an ancient wine-
You twanged a wicked lyric to Bacchus!-
I wondered, like a Yankee hick,
If that old stuff contained a kick.
Expostulation
© William Cowper
Why weeps the muse for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
A Parent Reprimanded
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sometimes I think 'at Parents does
Things ist about as bad as _us_--
Hymn For The Celebration Of Emancipation At Newburyport
© John Greenleaf Whittier
NOT unto us who did but seek
The word that burned within to speak,
Not unto us this day belong
The triumph and exultant song.
Pasas por el abismo de mis tristezas
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Pasas por el abismo de mis tristezas
como un rayo de luna sobre los mares,
ungiendo lo infinito de mis pesares
con el nardo y la mina de tus ternezas.
Wash Lowry's Reminiscence
© James Whitcomb Riley
And you're the poet of this concern?
I've seed your name in print
New Year's Eve
© Mathilde Blind
Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain
Regrets and futile longings! were the years
Not cups o'erbrimming still with gall and tears?
Let go thy puny personal joy and pain!
If youth with all its brief hope disappears,
To deathless hope we must be born again.
Safe by Steven Huff: American Life in Poetry #151 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Thirty, forty years ago, there were lots of hitchhikers, college students, bent old men and old women, and none of them seemed fearful of being out there on the highways at the mercy of strangers. All that's changed, and nobody wants to get in a car with a stranger. Here Steven Huff of New York tells us about a memorable ride.
Safe
I Like You And I Love You
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I LIKE YOU Met I LOVE You, face to face;
The path was narrow, and they could not pass.
I LIKE YOU smiled; I LOVE YOU cried, Alas!
And so they halted for a little space.
Fantasia
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
KISS mine eyelids, beauteous Morn,
Blushing into life new-born!
Lend me violets for my hair,
And thy russet robe to wear,
And thy ring of rosiest hue
Set in drops of diamond dew!
Serment
© François Coppée
O poète trop prompt à te laisser charmer,
Si cette douce enfant devait t'être ravie,
Et si ce coeur en qui tout le tien se confie
Ne pouvait pas pour toi frémir et s'animer?
Sonnet XIX: Silent Noon
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Brisbane Ladies
© Anonymous
Farewell and adieu to you, Brisbane ladies
Farewell and adieu, you maids of Toowong
We've sold all our cattle and we have to get a movin'
But we hope we shall see you again before long.
Though short thy span, God's unimpeach'd decrees
© George Canning
Though short thy span, God's unimpeach'd decrees,
Which made that shorten'd span one long disease,
Rimas IV
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
No digais que agotado su tesoro,
De asuntos falta, enmudecio la lira:
Podra no haber poetas; pero siempre
Habra poesia.
"How funny it would be if dreamy I"
© Lesbia Harford
How funny it would be if dreamy I
Should leave one book behind me when I die
And that a book of Lawthis silly thing
Just written for the money it will bring.
I do hope, when it's finished, I'll have time
For other books and better spurts of rhyme.
Teint Neutre
© Edith Nesbit
WIDE downs all gray, with gray of clouds roofed over,
Chill fields stripped naked of their gown of grain,
Small fields of rain-wet grass and close-grown clover,
Wet, wind-blown trees--and, over all, the rain.
Hermann And Dorothea - VIII. Melpomene
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
But she conceal'd the pain which she felt, and jestingly spoke thus
"It betokens misfortune,--so scrupulous people inform us,--
For the foot to give way on entering a house, near the threshold.
I should have wish'd, in truth, for a sign of some happier omen!
Let us tarry a little, for fear your parents should blame you
For their limping servant, and you should be thought a bad landlord."
