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The Little Old-Fashioned Church

© Edgar Albert Guest

THE little old-fashioned church, with the pews that were straight-backed and plain,
Where the sunbeams to worship came in through the windows that bore not a stain,
And the choir was composed of the good folks who toiled week-days in meadow and lane;

The Village: Book I

© George Crabbe

The village life, and every care that reigns

O'er youthful peasants and declining swains;

Captain Von Muller

© Jessie Pope

A Skipper of mark was Von Muller,
The humorous naval leg-puller.
With ubiquitous ease
He raided the seas
And his bag became fuller and fuller.

The Minks

© Toi Derricotte

In the backyard of our house on Norwood,

there were five hundred steel cages lined up,

The Peacemaker

© Harriet Monroe

To the world-wanderer Samarkand is near,

The broad Pacific but a narrow strait.

The Visitor

© Carolyn Forche

In Spanish he whispers there is no time left.

It is the sound of scythes arcing in wheat,

Wedding Hymn

© Sidney Lanier

Thou God, whose high, eternal Love

Is the only blue sky of our life,

Flash Jack from Gundagai

© Anonymous

I've shore at Burrabogie, and I've shore at Toganmain,
I've shore at big Willandra and upon the old Coleraine,
But before the shearin' was over I've wished myself back again
Shearin', for old Tom Patterson, on the One Tree Plain.

On the Great Atlantic Rainway

© Kenneth Koch

I set forth one misted white day of June

Beneath the great Atlantic rainway, and heard:

Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet III

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Matron was she of a great Roman house,
And wed in youth to one she might not love;
Her birth, her fortune, her name luminous,
Such as all noblest virtues most behove.

The Diplomatic Platypus

© Patrick Barrington

I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity,

With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.

Live Blindly and upon the Hour

© Trumbull Stickney

Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,

Who was the Future, died full long ago.

Admonition

© Sylvia Plath

If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You'll cut the chord
Articulating song.

Anecdote of the Jar

© Edwin Muir

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

Lines On The Expected Invasion, 1803

COME ye--who, if (which Heaven avert!) the Land
Were with herself at strife, would take your stand,
Like gallant Falkland, by the Monarch's side,
And, like Montrose, make Loyalty your pride--

mulberry fields

© Paul Celan

they thought the field was wasting

and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and

The Silent Tide

So, to my heart, when the last sunray sleeps,
And the wan night, impatient for the moon,
Throws her gray mantle over land and sea,
There comes a call from out Life's nether deeps,
And tides, like some old ocean in a swoon,
Flow out, in soundless majesty, to thee.