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Sonnet LXXVII. To The Insect Of The Gossamer
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line
Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air
Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where
Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design,
The Scrutinie
© Richard Lovelace
Why should you sweare I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowd to be?
Lady it is already Morn,
And twas last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility.
My Generation Reading the Newspapers
© Kenneth Patchen
We must be slow and delicate; return
the policeman's stare with some esteem,
A True Maid
© Matthew Prior
No, no; for my virginity,
When I lose that, says Rose, I'll die:
Behind the elms last night, cried Dick,
Rose, were you not extremely sick?
Crossing the Bar
© Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
I Was Made Erect and Lone
© Henry David Thoreau
I was made erect and lone,
And within me is the bone;
The Sorcerer: Act I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
For to-day young Alexis-young Alexis Pointdextre
Is betrothed to Aline-to Aline Sangazure,
And that pride of his sex is-of his sex is to be next her
At the feast on the green-on the green, oh, be sure!
O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk
© Bob Kaufman
In the beginning, in the wet
Warm dark place,
This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful
© Walt Whitman
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone,
It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and
Sonnet 1: Dost see how unregarded now
© Sir John Suckling
Dost see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes?
The Rose
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Or, being hard, perchance his finger-tips
Careless might touch the satin of its cup,
And he should feel a dead babe's budding lips
To his lips lifted up;
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXI
"Ah! be it not pardie declared in France,
Jerusalem ["And did those feet in ancient time"]
© William Blake
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
© Richard Crashaw
Know you fair, on what you look;
Divinest love lies in this book,
A Workman to the Gods
© Edwin Markham
Once Phidias stood, with hammer in his hand,
Carving Minerva from the breathing stone,
Loved a little, Worked a little
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Kuch Ishaq Kiya Kuch Kaam Kiya.
Who Log Bohat Khush Qismat Thay,
