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From The French

© George Gordon Byron

ÆGLE, beauty and poet, has two little crimes;
She makes her own face, and does not make her rhymes.

At San Giovanni Del Lago

© Alfred Austin

I leaned upon the rustic bridge,
And watched the streamlet make
Its chattering way past zigzag ridge
Down to the silent lake.

The Letter

© Dana Gioia

And in the end, all that is really left

Is a feeling—strong and unavoidable—

from Jubilate Agno

© Christopher Smart

let elizur rejoice with the partridge

Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers.

Sonnet IV: Lovesight

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

When do I see thee most, beloved one?

When in the light the spirits of mine eyes

Love Is Master Still

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Since that it may not be,
The thing my soul desires,
And that Love's tenderer fires
Are doomed to loss and Time's sterility,

After the Gentle Poet Kobayashi Issa

© Robert Hass

New Year’s morning—
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.

A Sentiment Offered At The Dinner To H. I. H. The Prince Napoleon

Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold,
Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke,
I saw a measureless Beast, morose and bold,
With eyes like one from filthy dreams awoke,
Who stares upon the daylight in despair
For very terror of the nothing there.

The End

© Edith Nesbit

ADIEU, Madame! The moon of May
Wanes now above the orchard grey;
The white May-blossoms fall like snow,
As Love foretold a month ago--
Or was it only yesterday?

The Card-Dealer

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Could you not drink her gaze like wine?

Yet though its splendour swoon

The Shepheardes Calender: January

© Edmund Spenser

A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)
when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,
All in a sunneshine day, as did befall,
Led forth his flock, that had been long ypent.
So faynt they woxe, and feeble in the folde,
That now vnnethes their feete could them vphold.

On The Birth Of A Friend's Child

Mark the day white, on which the Fates have smiled:

Eugenio and Egeria have a child.

Afterimages

I

However the image enters

Veni Creator

So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God,

Left'st Thou a path of lowliness untrod?

Mephistopheles Perverted

(Or Goethe for the Times)
ONCE long ago lived a Flea
Who kept such a fine, fat King,
Not that he held with royalty,

© Hart Crane

Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page
And still wing on, untarnished of the name
We pinion to your bodies to assuage
Our envy of your freedomwe must maim