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Stanzas From Calderon's Cisma De Inglaterra

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Hast thou not seen, officious with delight,
Move through the illumined air about the flower
The Bee, that fears to drink its purple light,

Long Meter

© Eugene Field

All human joys are swift of wing
For heaven doth so allot it
That when you get an easy thing
You find you haven't got it.

To The Art of Edgar Degas

© David Campbell

Beachcomber on the shores of tears
Limning the gestures of defeat
In dancers, whores, and opera-stars
The lonely, lighted various street

Sonnet VIII

© Caroline Norton

TO MY BOOKS.
SILENT companions of the lonely hour,
Friends, who can never alter or forsake,
Who for inconstant roving have no power,

OLD Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip,
Of the paternal block a genuine chip,âÂ
A lazy, sleepy, curious kind of chap;
He, like his grandsire, took a mighty nap,
Whereof the story I propose to tell
In two brief cantos, if you listen well.

Seen in a Glass

© Kathleen Raine

Behind the tree, behind the house, behind the stars
In the presence that I cannot see
Otherwise than as house and stars and tree.

The Kalevala - Rune XL

© Elias Lönnrot

BIRTH OF THE HARP.

The Four Elements.

© Anne Bradstreet

The Fire, Air, Earth and water did contest

Which was the strongest, noblest and the best,

Jenifer's Love

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch

Small is my secret-let it pass-
Small in your life the share I had,
Who sat beside you in the class,
Awed by the bright superior lad:
Whom yet with hot and eager face
I prompted when he missed his place.

A Prayer

© Edgar Albert Guest

God grant me kindly thought
And patience through the day,
And in the things I've wrought
Let no man living say
That hate's grim mark has stained
What little joy I've gained.

"Florence kneels down to say her prayers"

© Lesbia Harford

Florence kneels down to say her prayers
At night.
I wonder what she says and why she cares
To pray at night.

To Pennsylvania

O STATE prayer-founded! never hung
Such choice upon a people's tongue,
Such power to bless or ban,
As that which makes thy whisper Fate,

Inscriptions: IV: O Youths And Virgins

O youths and virgins: o declining eld:

O pale misfortune's slaves: o ye who dwell

Dr. Johnson's Picture Cow

Got a sliver in my hand

An' it hurt t' beat the band,

A day 8 Years Ago (At bachar ager Ekadin)

It was heard
They took him to the morgue.
Last night in the February dark
When the crescent moon, five days toward full, had set
He'd had the urge to die.