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Sonnet 132: "Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,..."

© William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,

Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,

Night comes!She seeks her rest.
Peace, fold her to thy breast!
And loveliest dreams unto her sleep be given:
The blessing she has brought
Into her soul be wrought!
On Earth there is no purer, brighter Heaven!

At the Three Fountains

© Ogden Nash

Here, where God lives among the trees,
Where birds and monks the whole day sing
His praises in a pleasant ease,

Sexsmith the Dentist

© Edgar Lee Masters

Do you think that odes and sermons,

And the ringing of church bells,

Sir Gawaine And The Green Knight

© Yvor Winters

Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,
Green as a bough of yew the beard;
He bent his head, and so I smote;
Then for a thought my vision cleared.

Foreign Parts

© James Schuyler

the dirty photographs apostrophize mon-
soons. Swimming snakes shake the lake.

A Valentine

© Robert Graves

The hunter to the husbandman

Pays tribute since our love began,

Song Of The New Year

© James Whitcomb Riley

I heard the bells at midnight

Ring in the dawning year;

The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman

© William Wordsworth

I

Before I see another day,

Abandoned Ranch, Big Bend

© Hayden Carruth

Three people come where no people belong any more.

They are a woman who would be young

The World Below The Brine

© Walt Whitman

The change onward from ours, to that of beings who walk other
spheres.

from The Bridge: Atlantis

© Hart Crane

Through the bound cable strands, the arching path

Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,—

Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman

© André Breton

In the sweet shire of Cardigan,

Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,

The Alcaldes Daughter

The times they had kissed and parted
That night were over a score;
Each time that the cavalier started,
Each time she would swear him o'er,

Fie, Pleasure, Fie!

Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight,
Thou fill’st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch;
I wallow still in joy both day and night:
I deem, I dream, I do, I taste, I touch,
No thing but all that smells of perfect bliss;
Fie pleasure, fie! I cannot like of this.

The glories of our blood and state

Are shadows, not substantial things;

Sea-Weeds.

The sunlight piercing through the blue wave feeds
The joyous growths that, clustered from the air,
Throw forth their fibres to the Power that breeds
Love in the lives above of all things fair