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En Sourdine

© Paul Verlaine

Tranquil in the twilight dense
By the spreading branches made,
Let us breathe the influence
Of the silence and the shade.

Lines On Reading Frank J. Wilstach's

© Franklin Pierce Adams

As neat as wax, as good as new,
As true as steel, as truth is true,
Good as a sermon, keen as hate,
Full as a tick, and fixed as fate-

Parted nightlong from his beloved child
Nanda could no longer restrain himself
and lifting from his face the coverlet gazed upon it;
no more the night was oppressive:
the gods it seemed had churned the sea,
and through its foam the moon was seen resplendent in the sky."

To Fancy

© Thomas Hood

Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing,
Won by the mind's high magic to its hest
Invisible embassy, or secret guest,
Weighing the light air on a lighter wing;

Rhomboidal Dirge

© George Wither

Ah me!

Am I the swain

The Conscientious Objector

© Karl Shapiro

The gates clanged and they walked you into jail

More tense than felons but relieved to find

The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magicians Rod

© Jonathan Swift

The rod was but a harmless wand,
While Moses held it in his hand;
But, soon as e'er he laid it down,
Twas a devouring serpent grown.

Repose In God

© William Cowper

Blest! who, far from all mankind
This world's shadows left behind,
Hears from heaven a gentle strain
Whispering love, and loves again.

Twilight

© John Masefield

Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks
cry and call.
Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all,
There by the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end,
Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my friend.

Tinkerin' At Home

© Edgar Albert Guest

Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,
An' reckon all the joys that have no thrill in 'em are spurious.
Some think that pleasure's only found down where the lights are shining,
An' where an orchestra's at work the while the folks are dining.
Still others seek it at their play, while some there are who roam,
But I am happiest when I am tinkerin' 'round the home.

The Cyclone

© James Whitcomb Riley

So lone I stood, the very trees seemed drawn
In conference with themselves.--Intense--intense
Seemed everything;--the summer splendor on
The sight,--magnificence!

Daffodils

© William Henry Ogilvie

Ho! You there, selling daffodils along the windy street,
Poor drooping, dusty daffodils - but oh! so Summer sweet!
Green stems that stab with loveliness, rich petal-cups to hold
The wine of Spring to lips that cling like bees about their gold!

Noon

© William Cullen Bryant

'Tis noon. At noon the Hebrew bowed the knee
And worshipped, while the husbandmen withdrew
From the scorched field, and the wayfaring man
Grew faint, and turned aside by bubbling fount,
Or rested in the shadow of the palm.

At The Funeral

© George Meredith

Her sacred body bear: the tenement
Of that strong soul now ranked with God's Elect
Her heart upon her people's heart she spent;
Hence is she Royalty's lodestar to direct.

By Any Other Name

First the teacher called the roll,

Clos't to the beginnin',

The Sun kept stoopingstooping

The Sun kept stoopingstoopinglow!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!

Afterword For Weeds By The Wall

_What vague traditions do the golden eves.
What legends do the dawns
Inscribe in fire on Heaven's azure leaves,
The red sun colophons?_

The Death Of Shelley

Fit winding-sheet for thee
Was the upheaving eternal sea,
Fit dirge the tempests slave-alarming roll
For yokeless as the waves alway

Styx River Anthology

A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.
ANNABEL LEE
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