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Dungog

© Henry Kendall

HERE, pent about by office walls
And barren eyes all day,
Tis sweet to think of waterfalls
Two hundred miles away!

To John Johnson, On His Presenting Me With An Antique Bust Of Homer

© William Cowper

Kinsman beloved, and as a son by me!
When I behold this fruit of thy regard,
The sculptured form of my old favourite bard,
I reverence feel for him, and love for thee.

Ah! still a something strange and rare
O'errules this tranquil earth and air,
Casting o'er both a glamour known
To their enchanted realm alone;
Whence shines, as 'twere a spirit's face,
The sweet coy genius of the place,

Impromptu Lines

© Joseph Furphy

Deem not this wielder of this pen

The happiest bloke alive,

Seventy-Four And Twenty

© Thomas Hardy

Here goes a man of seventy-four,
Who sees not what life means for him,
And here another in years a score
Who reads its very figure and trim.

Preexistence

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHILE sauntering through the crowded street,
Some half-remembered face I meet,
Albeit upon no mortal shore
That face, methinks, hath smiled before.

The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

SUMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers
Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;
The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough,
And the dove in the thicket, make melody now.
The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool
Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.

The Fisherman

© Edgar Albert Guest

Along a stream that raced and ran
Through tangled trees and over stones,
That long had heard the pipes o' Pan
And shared the joys that nature owns,
I met a fellow fisherman,
Who greeted me in cheerful tones.

Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Methought I was a billow in the crowd
Of common men, that stream without a shore,
That ocean which at once is deaf and loud;
That I, a man, stood amid many more

Pearls

© Madison Julius Cawein

Baroque, but beautiful, between the lanes,

The valves of nacre of a mussel-shell,

Νοσταλγία (Nostalgia)

© Kostas Karyotakis

Youre not in love, you say, and you dont remember.
And if your heart has filled and you shed the tears
that you couldnt shed like you did at first,
youre not in love and you dont remember, even though you cry.

Ode For A Social Meeting

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

COME! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go
While the nectar (logwood) still reddens our cups as they flow?
Pour out the rich juices (decoction) still bright with the sun,
Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubies (dye-stuff) shall run.

Sonnets At Christmas I

© Allen Tate

This is the day His hour of life draws near,

Let me get ready from head to foot for it

Trees are For Lovers

Trees are for lovers.
A spirit has led them
Where the young boughs meet
And the green light hovers,

Hymn VII. Messiah! at thy glad approach

© John Logan

Messiah! at thy glad approach
The howling winds are still!
Thy praises fill the lonely waste,
And breathe from every hill.

The Golden Whales Of California

But what is the earthquake s cry at last
Making St. Francis yet aghast:
" Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughty
From here on, the audience California joins in the