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Delia I

© Samuel Daniel

Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty

Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal:

Fragment III

© James Macpherson

I will sit by the stream of the plain.
Ye rocks! hang over my head. Hear
my voice, ye trees! as ye bend on the
shaggy hill. My voice shall preserve
the praise of him, the hope of the
isles.

I Killed a Fly

© David Ignatow

I killed a fly

and laid my weapon next to it

To One Of The Author's Children

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

THOU wak'st from happy sleep to play
With bounding heart, my boy!
Before thee lies a long bright day
Of summer and of joy.

Mating Saliva

© Jack Gilbert

A girl in a green mini-
skirt, not very pretty, walks
down the street.

Elegy XXIV. He Takes Occasion, From the Fate of Eleanor of Bretagne

© William Shenstone

When Beauty mourns, by Fate's injurious doom,
Hid from the cheerful glance of human eye,
When Nature's pride inglorious waits the tomb,
Hard is that heart which checks the rising sigh.

How do you

© Kabir

Does anyone know
What I’m talking about?
Says Kabir.

Thought.

© Robert Crawford

How mystical is thought! We do but think,
Be it of heaven or hell, and we are there!
Such feet has phantasy, more fleet than light,
We flash ourselves away where'er we will,

A Shopkeeper’s Story

© Richard Jones

I sell one bristle brushes. People
seeking two bristle brushes I send
to the guy on Amsterdam, who’s in a rush.

May Day

© Sara Teasdale

The shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The prancing dancing horses
Are passing by for us.

Culture

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Can rules or tutors educate

The semigod whom we await?

Elegy with a Chimneysweep Falling Inside It

© Larry Levis

Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboard
Compose the dark, compose
The illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appear

For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen

© Hart Crane

There is the world dimensional for
those untwisted by the love of things
irreconcilable ...

So let the way wind up the hill or down,
O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road's last turn will be the best.

The Creature in the Classroom

It appeared iinside our classroom

at a quater after ten,

Sonnet II: Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white

Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white,

To make up my delight;

Waverly

Late, when the Autumn evening fell

On MirkwoodâMere's romantic dell,

Fair Iris I Love and Hourly I Die

© John Dryden

Fair Iris I love and hourly I die,
But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:
She's fickle and false, and there I agree;
For I am as false and as fickle as she:
We neither believe what either can say;
And, neither believing, we neither betray.