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Sonnet IV. To Charles Diodati. (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

Charles--and I say it wond'ring--thou must know

That I who once assum'd a scornful air,

Elegiacs

© Charles Kingsley

Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;

Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.

A Song

© Thomas Parnell

Thyrsis, a young and am'rous Swain,

Saw two, the Beauties of the Plain;

Aux Freres De Pange

© André Marie de Chénier

Aujourd'hui qu'au tombeau je suis prêt à descendre,

Mes amis, dans vos mains je dépose ma cendre.

Where Shall We Land

© James Whitcomb Riley

"_Where shall we land you, sweet_?"--Swinburne.

The Floorless Room

© Gelett Burgess

I Wish that my Room had a Floor!
I don't so Much Care for a Door,
But this Crawling Around
Without Touching the Ground
Is Getting to be Quite a Bore!

Dreams

© Sara Teasdale

I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all-
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.

Sonnet VIII: Love's Lovers

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,

And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play

The One I Think of Now by Wesley McNair: American Life in Poetry #100 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate

Here the Maine poet, Wesley McNair, offers us a vivid description of a man who has lived beyond himself. I'd guess you won't easily forget this sad old man in his apron with his tray of cheese.

The One I Think of Now

Sonnet: On The Death Of Prince Henry

© George Wither

Methought his royal person did foretell

A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear;

Remembered

© Hugo von Hofmannsthal

Your little sister

Has tossed her

Song #4.

© Robert Crawford

They have been here and had this light
Who in their graves are lying,
And e'en the youngest life to-night
Is gradually dying.

"The Old and Bold"

© Sir Henry Newbolt

When England sets her banner forth

And bids her armour shine,

To Thomas Moore

What are you doing now,
Oh Thomas Moore?
What are you doing now,
Oh Thomas Moore?

Snooping 'Round

But there he stood and hung his head; the rascal knew it wasn't fair.
"I jes' was wonderin'," he said, "jes' what it was that's under there.
It's somepin' all wrapped up an' I thought mebbe it might be a sled,
Becoz I saw a piece of wood 'at's stickin' out all painted red."
"If mother knew," I said to him, "you'd get a licking, I'll be bound,
But just clear out of here at once, and don't you ever snoop around."

To A Solitary FirTree

Fir, that on this moor austere,
Without kin or neighbour near,
Utterest now bleak winter's moan
As if its vext soul were thine own!

The Trout Map

© Allen Tate

The Management Area of Cherokee
National Forest, interested in fish,
Has mapped Tellico and Bald Rivers
And North River, with the tributaries
Brookshire Branch and Sugar Cove Creek:
A fishy map for facile fishery