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The Social Plan

© Stephen Leacock

So I have got a Social Plan
To take him by the Neck,
And lock him in a Luggage van
And tie on it a check,
Marked MOSCOW VIA TURKESTAN,
Now, how's that for a Social Plan?

Nightfall

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Sweet after labour, soft and whispering night
Blows on dark fields and fragrant country here:
Here there is sleep, to weary limbs delight;
The world is far away, the stars are near.

John

© Edgar Bowers

Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measure

That living in the future gives a farm-

There Is A Happy Land

© Andrew Young

There is a happy land, far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing, worthy is our Savior King,
Loud let His praises ring, praise, praise for aye.

The Grand Question Debated: Whether Hamiltons Bawn Should Be Turned Into A Barrack Or Malt-House

© Jonathan Swift

Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care,
"Let me have your advice in a weighty affair.
This Hamilton's bawn, while it sticks in my hand
I lose by the house what I get by the land;

Victory Britannia -- from Runnamede, final lines

© John Logan

Albem. Rapt into heaven,
High visions pass before the holy man;
His tranced accent is the voice divine.

Homage To Sextus Propertius - III

© Ezra Pound

Midnight, and a letter comes to me from our mistress:
Telling me to come to Tibur:
At once!!
'Bright tips reach up from twin towers,
'Anienan spring water falls into flat-spread pools.'

Sonnet XI. On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer

© John Keats

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

The Streams

© John Kenyon

Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts,

Both beautiful to see, and onemost holy;

I'm back down in ole Georgy w'ere de sun is shinin' hot,
W'ere de cawn it is a-tasslin', gittin' ready fu' de pot;
W'ere de cott'n is a-openin' an' a-w'itenin' in de sun,
An' de ripenin' o' de sugah-cane is mighty nigh begun.

A Sylvan Scene (II.)

© Theocritus

They spying on a mountain wild
Wood of various kinds of trees,
Found under a smooth rock
A perennial spring,

Naked

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Pride is the untrue mask,
Shame is a cloak that clings,
Tenderness oft is a trammelling veil
Because of truth that stings.

Impromptu - To Kate Carol

© Edgar Allan Poe

When from your gems of thought I turn
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.

April Song

© Sara Teasdale

Willow in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my dreaming?

De Profundis

NOT yet are deeds fruition of my thought,

Nor is this body symbol of my soul,

Ballade Of His Books

© Andrew Lang

Prince, tastes may differ; mine and thine
Quite other balances are scaled in;
May you succeed, though I repine -
"The many things I've tried and failed in!"

A Hidden Life

Ah God! when Beauty passes by the door,
Although she ne'er came in, the house grows bare.
Shut, shut the door; there's nothing in the house.
Why seems it always that it should be ours?
A secret lies behind which Thou dost know,
And I can partly guess.