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Thought Of A Briton On The Subjugation Of Switzerland

© William Wordsworth

TWO Voices are there; one is of the sea,

One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice:

The Impecunious Cricket And The Frugal Ant

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

THE MORAL is: Albeit lots
Of people follow Dr. Watts,
The sluggard, when his means are scant,
Should seek an uncle, not an ant!

The House By The Side Of The Road

© Sam Walter Foss

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn

In the place of their self-content;

Little Bo-Peep

© George MacDonald

Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
And will not know where to find them;
They are over the height and out of sight,
Trailing their tails behind them!

The Locomotive

© Julian Tuwim

A big locomotive has pulled into town,
Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,
A plump jumbo olive.
Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
Fire belches forth from her fat cast iron belly.

An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie

© Edmund Spenser

Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?
What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,

O'Hara, J.P.

© Henry Lawson

James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,
He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;
A parent, a deacon, a landlord was he
A townsman of weight was OHara, J.P.

On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess

(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
She was lustful and lewd? - but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.

Sonnet. A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode Of Paulo And Francesca

© John Keats

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft

General Grant -- The Hero Of The War

© George Moses Horton

Brave Grant, thou hero of the war,

Thou art the emblem of the morning star,

The Eagle

© Allen Tate

Say never the strong heart
In the consuming breath
Cries out unto the dark
The skinny death.

Horace, Book II. Ode XVI.

© William Cowper

Ease is the weary merchant's prayer,
Who ploughs by night the Ægean flood,
When neither moon nor stars appear,
Or faintly glimmer through the cloud.

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 08

© Torquato Tasso

XCIX

"Thou must," quoth she, "be mine ambassador,

Prayer

© Alan Dugan

God, I need a job because I need money.

Here the world is, enjoyable with whiskey,

Milestones

Gay balloons and coloured streamers,

Gliding figures, footsteps light,

About Denmark

© Piet Hein

Why not let us compromise
about Denmark's proper size,
which will truly please us all,
since it's bigger than it's small.

To-morrow

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
When young and old, and strong and weak,
Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,
Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,--
In thy place--ah! well-a-day!
We find the thing we fled--To-day.

Medallion

© Sylvia Plath

By the gate with star and moon
Worked into the peeled orange wood
The bronze snake lay in the sun

Sunflower by Frank Steele: American Life in Poetry #176 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Hearts and flowers, that's how some people dismiss poetry, suggesting that's all there is to it, just a bunch of sappy poets weeping over love and beauty. Well, poetry is lots more than that. At times it's a means of honoring the simple things about us. To illustrate the care with which one poet observes a flower, here's Frank Steele, of Kentucky, paying such close attention to a sunflower that he almost gets inside it.

Sunflower