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Come as you are, tarry not over your toilet.
If your braiding has come loose, if the parting of your hair be not straight, if the ribbons of your bodice be not fastened, do not mind.
Come as you are, tarry not over your toilet.

Quiet, Lord, My Froward Heart

© John Newton

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child;
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.

To the States,

© Walt Whitman

To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad.

Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing?

Idyll XVI. The Value of Song

© Theocritus

"Kin before kith; to prosper is my prayer;
Poets, we know, are heaven's peculiar care.
We've Homer; and what other's worth a thought?
I call him chief of bards who costs me naught."

The Messenger

© Hugo Williams

The messenger runs, not carrying the news

of victory, or defeat; the messenger, unresting,

Angelic Love

© George Meredith

Angelic love that stoops with heavenly lips

To meet its earthly mate;

On a Girdle

© Edmund Waller

That which her slender waist confind,
Shall now my joyful temples bind;
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.

To Miss Jessie Lewars

© Robert Burns

The sun lies clasped in amber cloud
Half hidden in the sea,
And o'er the sands the flowing tide
Comes racing merrilee.

Psalm 114

© Christopher Smart

When Israel came from Egypt’s coast,
And Goshen’s marshy plains,
And Jacob with his joyful host
From servitude and chains;

Dear love, good-night

© Augusta Davies Webster

DEAR love, good-night. And, tender sleep
,Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
To make day fair when they unclose.
Be hushed around her, Night, and keep
Thy silent guard on her repose;
But speed thine hours.

Goodbye to Tolerance

© Denise Levertov

It is my brothers, my sisters,
whose blood spurts out and stops
forever
because you choose to believe it is not your business.

The Poets

© Archibald Lampman

Half brutish, half divine, but all of earth,
Half-way 'twixt hell and heaven, near to man,
The whole world's tangle gathered in one span,
Full of this human torture and this mirth:
Life with its hope and error, toil and bliss,
Earth-born, earth-reared, ye know it as it is.

Look to the Future

© Ruth Stone

To you born into violence,
the wars of the red ant are nothing;
you, in the heart of the eruption.

I Love all Beauteous Things

© John Hall Wheelock

I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.

Baudelaire

When I fall asleep, and even during sleep,
I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking
Whole phrases, commonplace and trivial,
Having no relation to my affairs.

Sonnet XXXII: The First Time

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

To love me, I looked forward to the moon

A Dream Of A Blessed Spirit

All the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.

Miss Snooks, Poetess

© Stevie Smith

Miss Snooks was really awfully nice
And never wrote a poem
That was not really awfully nice
And fitted to a woman,

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 04

XLIX

"If then you scorn to be in prison pent,

Limerick: There Was an Old Man in a Tree

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a bee.
When they said "Does it buzz?"
He replied "Yes, it does!
It's a regular brute of a bee!"