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Sonnets LXXIV: LXXV:LXXVI: Old and New Art
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER
Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;
Translation From Victor Hugo
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou art like the bird that alights and sings
Though the frail spray bendsfor he knows he has wings.
Lines Written At Belvoir Castle, 1883
© Frances Anne Kemble
Two things remain unalter'd in this place,
Tho' since I came here forty years are told
The smiling loveliness of Nature's face,
And the fine spirit of kindly, courteous grace,
That still presides here as it did of yore.
Against Frivolous Pursuits
© Confucius
Like splendid robes appear the wings
Of the ephemeral fly;
And such the pomp of those great men,
Which soon in death shall lie!
I grieve! Would they but come to me!
To teach them I should try.
His Rattle He Throws On The Floor
© Edgar Albert Guest
When something or other has made him feel glad,
His rattle he throws on the floor;
Something Else Should Die:
© Eli Siegel
A Poem with Rhymes
In April 1865
Abraham Lincoln died.
In April 1968
After Blenheim
© Robert Southey
It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun,
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Tenebrae
© Paul Celan
Handled already, Lord,
clawed and clawing as though
the body of each of us were
your body, Lord.
Marie Louise
© William Henry Drummond
Dis was de story of boy an' girl
Dat 's love each oder above de worl'
But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour
W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor
All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,
But wait for good chances come bimedy.
The Colored Soldiers
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
IF the muse were mine to tempt it
And my feeble voice were strong,
The Vote of Thanks Debate
© Henry Lawson
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.
I couldnt chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;
A Christmas Carol
© George MacDonald
Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,
The sun shone in his hair;
And this was how she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.
The Impenetrable
© Arthur Symons
I am of all men the most impenetrable.
Some say that I am cold as any stone.
To Lucasta, On Going To The Wars
© Richard Lovelace
TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
On Brownings Sordello
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
SORDELLO'S story, the Sphinx yawned and said,
Who would has heard. Is that enough? Who could,
The City Of Darkness
© Madison Julius Cawein
Wide-walled it stands in heathen lands
Beside a mystic sea,
With streets strange-trod of many a god,
And templed blasphemy.
Surrender
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Pale was the early day,
Fog--white the winter air,
When up a hill--side bare,
Roughened with rimy grass,
I took my thoughtless way.
