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The Ancient Printman

© James Whitcomb Riley

"O Printerman of sallow face,
And look of absent guile,
Is it the 'copy' on your 'case'
That causes you to smile?
Or is it some old treasure scrap
You cull from Memory's file?

Song II

© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

Why flatter thyself, Tyrant,
In ways great in evil?
The Lord's goodness ceases not
Keeping watch on the pious.

Why Not?

© Harriet Monroe

Poet, sing me a song to-day !

But the world grows old and my hair is gray.

An April Day

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Breezes strongly rushing, when the North--West stirs,
Prophesying Summer to the shaken firs;
Blowing brows of forest, where soft airs are free,
Crowned with heavenly glimpses of the shining sea;

The Waggoner - Canto Second

© William Wordsworth

IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,

Odysseus to Telemachus

© Joseph Brodsky

My dear Telemachus,
The Trojan War
is over now; I don't recall who won it.
The Greeks, no doubt, for only they would leave

Eclogue 3: Menalcas Daemoetas Palaemon

© Publius Vergilius Maro

DAMOETAS
Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him
Committed to my care.

Idleness

© Thomas Sturge Moore

O idleness, too fond of me,
Begone, I know and hate thee!
Nothing canst thou of pleasure see
In one that so doth rate thee;

The Star And The Water-Lily

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

THE sun stepped down from his golden throne.

And lay in the silent sea,

The Dream Fairy

© Thomas Hood

A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown
with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.

From The Last Hill That Looks On Thy Once Holy Dome

I.
From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:
'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.

When Fishes Flew

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

The Retirement Of Mars

© Leon Gellert

He pauses on his way, and gazing back
across the desert ways of splintered steel
recalls the noon, and sees his weary track,
and sees the bloody imprint of his heel.

[Greek]

© Ezra Pound

Be in me as the eternal moods

of the bleak wind, and not

The Hill-Side Men

O were my heart a little dog

I'd call it to my side

To a Portrait, Painted by the Late G.S. Newton, Esq.

TO A PORTRAIT. PAINTED BY THE LATE G. S. NEWTON, ESQ., R.A., FROM AN OLD MINIATURE, SAID TO BE OF NELL GWYNN.

Beautiful and radiant girl!

A Poor Excuse, But Our Own

My right-hand neighbour hath a child,
A pretty child of five or six,
Not more than other children wild,
Nor fuller than the rest of tricks--
At five he rises, shine or rain,
And noisily plays "fire" or "train."

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Willie's Ladye

© Andrew Lang

Willie has ta'en him o'er the faem,
He's wooed a wife, and brought her hame;
He's wooed her for her yellow hair,
But his mother wrought her meikle care;