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Stanzas Subjoined To The Yearly Bill Of Mortality Of The Parish Of All-Saints, Northampton. Anno Dom

© William Cowper

Could I, from Heaven inspired, as sure presage
To whom the rising year shall prove his last,
As I can number in my punctual page,
And item down the victims of the past;

Italy : 36. The Nun

© Samuel Rogers

'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now
On her hard pillow -- there, alas, to be
Nightly, through many and many a dreary hour,
Wan, often wet with tears, and (ere at length

Krishna Wanting The Moon

© Sant Surdas

Mother, the moon I want as my toy.

I will roll on the floor,

Korindabria, korindabria, bogarona, bogarona. Iwariniang
iwaringdo, iwariniang, iwaringdo, iwariniang, iwaringdo,
iwariniang, iwaringdo, iwaringime. Iwaringiang, iwaringdoo,
ilanenienow, coombagongniengowe, ilanenienow, coombagongniengowe,
ilanenienowe combagoniengowe, ilanenienimme.

Grandfather, Grandfather

© George Barker

Grandfather, Grandfather,

what do pandas say?

Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire

© Alfred Austin

I

``River rolling past the grey

Turning Forty by Kevin Griffith: American Life in Poetry #13 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200

© Ted Kooser

Birthdays, especially those which mark the passage of a decade, are occasions not only for celebration, but for reflection. In "Turning Forty," Ohio poet Kevin Griffith conveys a confusion of sentiments. The speaker feels a sense of peace at forty, but recalls a more powerful, more confident time in his life.

Across the Western Plains I Must Wander

© Anonymous

It's ah ! for my grog, my jolly, jolly grog,
It's ah ! for my beer and tobacco;
I spent all my tin in the shanty drinking gin,
Now across the western plains I must wander.

A New England Thanksgiving

© Bliss William Carman

IT is the mellow season

When gold enchantment lies

Freedom

© Rabindranath Tagore

Freedom from fear is the freedom

I claim for you my motherland!

The Dog and the Water Lily. No Fable

© William Cowper

The noon was shady, and soft airs

Swept Ouses silent tide,

The Chamois Hunter's Love

Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois bounds;
Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the torrent-sounds;
And where the snow-peaks gleam like stars, through the stillness of the air,
And where the Lauwine's peal is heart - Hunter! thy heart is there!