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Henry King,{ Who chewed bits of String, and was cut off in Dreadful Agonies}

© Hilaire Belloc

The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.

The Bonny Port of Sydney

© Henry Lawson

The lovely Port of Sydney

Lies laughing to the sky,

To a Very Young Lady

© Edmund Waller

Why came I so untimely forth
Into a world which, wanting thee,
Could entertain us with no worth
Or shadow of felicity?
That time should me so far remove
From that which I was born to love.

Lines: That time is dead for ever, child!

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past

Yin And Yang

© Kenneth Rexroth

It is spring once more in the Coast Range

Warm, perfumed, under the Easter moon.

To Mary Who Died In This Opinion

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrow
Struggling in thine haggard eye:
Firmness dare to borrow

Ritner

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,
One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!
Like the oak of the mountain, deep-rooted and firm,
Erect, when the multitude bends to the storm;

When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
Goes to the city Ispahan,
Even before he gets so far
As the place where the clustered palm-trees are,

A Priest

© Norman Rowland Gale

NATURE and he went ever hand in hand

Across the hills and down the lonely lane;

The Queen's Rival

© Sarojini Naidu

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen."
. . . . .

The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door

© Henry Kendall

The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane;

There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain.

To Number 27X

Beloved Peeler! friend and guide
And guard of many a midnight reeler,
None worthier, though the world is wide,
Beloved Peeler.

A Jog-Trot Pair

© Thomas Hardy

Who were the twain that trod this track
So many times together
Hither and back,
In spells of certain and uncertain weather?

Dear Love, Do You Remember?

Dearest one, do you remember,

As we sat side by side,

There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself-
Infinite, green, utterly untouchable.
Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also.
They are my medium.
The sun dissolves on this wall, bleeding its lights.