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France--December 1870
© George Meredith
Henceforth of her the Gods are known,
Open to them her breast is laid.
Inveterate of brain, heart-valiant,
Never did fairer creature pant
Before the altar and the blade!
The Station-Master Of Lone Prairie
© Francis Bret Harte
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,
A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,
Twelve years of platform, and before them stretching
Twelve miles of prairie glimmering through the wet.
XV: To Heaven
© Benjamin Jonson
Good, and great God, can I not think of thee,
But it must, straight, my melancholy bee?
Beauty Imposes [2]
© John Shaw Neilson
Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,
Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,
It wounds us as we sing.
"O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,"
© John Bunyan
O Wondrous dreamer, with thy power divine,
How all our pilgrim-life thy dream hath told
Orange Of Midsummer
© Amy Lowell
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,
And I could not see the world
Life Is A Dream
© Pedro Calderon de la Barca
We live, while we see the sun,
Where life and dreams are as one;
And living has taught me this,
Man dreams the life that is his,
Not Knowing Why by Ann Struthers : American Life in Poetry #253 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Animals are incapable of reason, or so we’ve been told, but we imaginative humans keep talking to our dogs and cats as if they could do algebra. In this poem, Ann Struthers looks into the mystery of instinctive behavior.
The Gift Of Harun Al-Rashid
© William Butler Yeats
KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I write
To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer once,
Now the good Caliph's learned Treasurer,
And for no ear but his.
The Wood Fairys Well
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Thou hast been to the forest, thou sorrowing maiden,
Where Summer reigns Queen in her fairest array,
Poirier's Rooster
© William Henry Drummond
"W'at's dat? de ole man gone, you say?
Wall! Wall! he mus' be sick,
Carrickfergus
© Louis MacNeice
I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries
To the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of trams:
Thence to Smoky Carrick in County Antrim
Where the bottle-neck harbour collects the mud which jams
For All Ladies Of Shalott
© Aline Murray Kilmer
THE web flew out and floated wide.
Poor lady! I was with her then.
She gathered up her piteous pride,
But she could never weave again.
An Evening Guest
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IF, in the silence of this lonely eve,
With the street lamp pale flickering on the wall,
An angel were to whisper me, "Believe--
It shall be given thee. Call!"--whom should I call?
Meritamente
© Ugo Foscolo
Meritamente, però ch'io potei
Abbandonarti, or grido alle frementi
Onde che batton l'alpi, e i pianti miei
Sperdono sordi del Tirreno i venti.
Sonnet 3: Let Dainty Wits
© Sir Philip Sidney
Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine,
That, bravely mask'd, their fancies may be told;
The Guide Post
© William Barnes
Why thik wold post so long kept out,
Upon the knap, his eärms astrout,
