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Song To Diana

© Benjamin Jonson

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

After Cattle

© Roderic Quinn

WE lit a fire, and straightway camped,
And all night long
We heard the river sing its song.
Our horses fed, and neighed, and stamped;

FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?

Beecham's Pills

© William Topaz McGonagall

What ho! sickly people of high and low degree
I pray ye all be warned by me;
No matter what may be your bodily ills
The safest and quickest cure is Beecham's Pills.

Simplex Munditiis

© Benjamin Jonson

STILL to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powder'd, still perfumed:
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.

The Kiss

© Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr

When you lay before me dead,
In such pallid rest,
On those passive lips of thine
Not one kiss I pressed!

Queen and Huntress

© Benjamin Jonson

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.

Reply to Comrade Guo Moruo 1963

© Mao Zedong

On this tiny globe

A few flies dash themselves against the wall,

Voyagers

© Madison Julius Cawein

Where are they, that song and tale
Tell of? lands our childhood knew?
Sea-locked Faerylands that trail
Morning summits, dim with dew,
Crimson o'er a crimson sail.

The Snowdrop

© Mary Darby Robinson

The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;
And flings around its fragrance mild,
And where no rival flow'rets bloom,
Amid the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears!

Begging Another

© Benjamin Jonson

For love's sake, kiss me once again;
I long, and should not beg in vain,
Here's none to spy or see;
Why do you doubt or stay?
I'll taste as lightly as the bee
That doth but touch his flower and flies away.

The Smiling Shark

© Carolyn Wells

There was an old Shark with a smile
So broad you could see it a mile.
He said to his friends,
As he sewed up the ends,
"It was really too wide for the style."

Der Wunsch

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Wenn ich, Augenlust zu finden,
Unter schatticht kuehlen Linden
Schielend auf und nieder gehe,
Und ein haesslich Maedchen sehe,
Wuensch ich ploetzlich blind zu sein.

Epitaph On Elizabeth

© Benjamin Jonson

Wouldst thou hear what man can say
In a little? Reader, stay.
Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbor give
To more virture than doth live.