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Tale XVI
© George Crabbe
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This creature frights her, overpowers, and awes."
Six weeks had pass'd--"In truth, my love, this
Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori
© Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Forest rain
© Jens Peter Jacobsen
What blessed yet terrible rain everywhere,
With crosses and signs now streaking the air,
Sonnet VII: O Had She Not Been Fair
© Samuel Daniel
O had she not been fair and thus unkind,
Then had no finger pointed at my lightness;
Summer Song
© George Barker
I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
The hyena despair.
Vain Hiding
© Margaret Widdemer
I SAID: "I shall find peace now, for my love has never been
Here in the little room, in the quiet place;
The walls shall not quiver around me, nor fires begin,
And I shall forget his voice and perhaps his face
And be still for a little space."
A Little Bird I Am
© Louisa May Alcott
"A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there:
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee!
Molonys Lament
© William Makepeace Thackeray
O TIM, did you hear of thim Saxons,
And read what the peepers report?
They're goan to recal the Liftinant,
And shut up the Castle and Coort!
The Wantaritencant
© Henry Lawson
IT WATCHED ME in the cradle laid, and from my boyhoods home
It glared above my shoulder-blade when I wrote my first pome;
Its sidled by me ever since, with greeny eyes aslant
It is the thing (O, Priest and Prince!) that wants to write, but cant.
To ------ On The Various Styles Of Poetry
© Thomas Parnell
I hate ye vulgar with untunefull ears
Soules uninspird & negligent of verse
Hence ye prophane be farr removd away
While to my powr I woud my friend repay
The Beginning Of The Armadilloes
© Rudyard Kipling
I've never sailed the Amazon,
I've never reached Brazil;
But the Don and Magdalena,
They can go there when they will!
She Sat Alone Beside Her Hearth
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
SHE sat alone beside her hearth
For many nights alone;
She slept not on the pleasant couch
Where fragrant herbs were strewn.
The Pelican Island
© James Montgomery
Light as a flake of foam upon the wind,
Keel-upward from the deep emerged a shell,
My Birthday
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Beneath the moonlight and the snow
Lies dead my latest year;
The winter winds are wailing low
Its dirges in my ear.
No man is an island
© John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of they friends`s or of thine own were.
Sonnet VI. Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend...
© William Lisle Bowles
Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend,
Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still,
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08:
© Conrad Aiken
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower
Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:
At the deep sudden stroke the pigeons fly . . .
The fine snow flutes the cracks between the flagstones.
We close our coats, and hurry, and search the sky.
