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In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Dear friend, dear brother, I have owed you this
Since many days, the tribute of a song.
Shall I cheat you who never did a wrong
To any man ? No, therefore though I miss
Wax Lips by Cynthia Rylant: American Life in Poetry #101 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Those big cherry flavored wax lips that my friends and I used to buy when I was a boy, well, how could I resist this poem by Cynthia Rylant of Oregon?
The Two Goliaths
© Jessie Pope
GOLIATH was a giant, the bully of his side,
His coat of mail was brazen, his face was
fierce with pride;
And when a shepherd stripling to challenge him was
fain,
Eleven-foot Goliath ignored him in disdain.
Lo gens temps de pascor
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Bel Vezer, si no fos
mos enans totz en vos
laissat agra chansos
per mal dels enoyos.
The Imprisoned Innocents
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONE morning I said to my wife,
Near the time when the heavens are rife
With the Equinoctial strife,
"Arabella, the weather looks ugly as sin!
Sonnet. "Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oft let me wander hand in hand with Thought,
In woodland paths, and lone sequestered shades,
Ode On Lord Hay's BirthDay
© James Beattie
A Muse, unskill'd in venal praise,
Unstain'd with flattery's art;
Who loves simplicity of lays
Breathed ardent from the heart;
To Englishmen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
You flung your taunt across the wave;
We bore it as became us,
True Love
© William Barnes
As evenèn aïr, in green-treed Spring,
Do sheäke the new-sprung pa'sley bed,
A Serious Question
© Carolyn Wells
A kitten went a-walking
One morning in July,
And idly fell a-talking
With a great big butterfly.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"O Edrehi, forbear to-night
Your ghostly legends of affright,
And let the Talmud rest in peace;
Spare us your dismal tales of death
That almost take away one's breath;
So doing, may your tribe increase."
Sonnet V
© George Gascoigne
All were too little for the merchant's hand,
And yet my bravery bigger than his book;
The Lily
© Albert Durrant Watson
Still to that love I am turning
Though beyond reach of my yearning;
And never the vision shall vanish
Nor time nor eternity banish
That dream so splendid of love and tears
That still transfigures the lonely years.
Nocturne
© Rubén Dario
I want to express my anguish in verses that speak
of my vanished youth, a time of dreams and roses,
and the bitter defloration of my life
by many small cares and one vast aching sorrow.
Fastness
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the end whereto men toiled
Before thy coachman guessed his fate,-
How thou shouldst leave thy, 'scutcheoned gate
On that new wheel which is the oiled-
One Talent
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
In a napkin smooth and white,
Hidden from all mortal sight,
My one talent lies to-night.
The Passing Of Cadieux
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
'Fresh is love in May
When the Spring is yearning,
Life is but a lay,
Love is quick in learning.
