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Parted
© Alice Meynell
Farewell to one now silenced quite,
Sent out of hearing, out of sight,-
My friend of friends, whom I shall miss,
He is not banished, though, for this,-
Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.
An Drinaun Donn
© Padraic Colum
A HUNDRED men think I am theirs when with them I
drink ale,
But their presence fades away from me and their high spirits fail
When I think upon your converse kind by the meadow
and the linn,
And your form smoother than the silk on the Mountain of O'Flynn.
Little Robin Redbreast
© Pierre Reverdy
Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a tree;
Up went Pussy-cat,
Down went he.
Amoretti XIII: "In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth"
© Edmund Spenser
In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth,
Whiles her faire face she reares up to the skie:
An Answer to Another Persuading a Lady to Marriage
© Katherine Philips
Forbear, bold youth, alls Heaven here,
And what you do aver,
To others, courtship may appear,
Tis sacriledge to her.
The Pillar Towers of Ireland
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The pillar towers of Ireland, how wondrously they stand
By the lakes and rushing rivers through the valleys of our land;
In mystic file, through the isle, they lift their heads sublime,
These gray old pillar temples, these conquerors of time!
A Prayer in Darkness
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
This much, O heavenif I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
And Change, with hurried hand, has swept these scenes
© James Fenton
from Sonnets, Second Series
XVIII
Yesterdays
© Robert Creeley
Sixty-two, sixty-three, I most remember
As time W. C. Williams dies and we are
Mates
© Ada Cambridge
What brains these fragile webs enmesh!
What soaring thought they tie!
What energies of soul and flesh
Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 03 - The Void
© Lucretius
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blocked
About by body: there's in things a void-
The Bogeyman
© Jack Prelutsky
In the desolate depths of a perilous place
the bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.
Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lair
for he's waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
Ghost-Raddled
© Robert Graves
“Come, surly fellow, come! A song!
“What, madmen? Sing to you?
Choose from the clouded tales of wrong
And terror I bring to you.
Sometimes I Wonder
© Mathilde Blind
Sometimes I wonder if you guess
The deep impassioned tenderness
Which overflows my heart;
The love I never dare confess;
Yet hard, yea, harder to repress
Than tears too fain to start.
Ritual One
© David Ignatow
All through the play I scream
and am invited on stage to take a bow.
I lose my senses and kick the actors in the teeth.
Among The Timothy
© Archibald Lampman
Long hours ago, while yet the morn was blithe,
Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew,
Tonight
© Agha Shahid Ali
Pale hands I loved beside the ShalimarPale . . . Shalimar The epigraph is from a 12-line poem entitled “Kashmiri Song.” There are allusions to “Kashmiri Song” throughout this poem. The Shalimar Garden, in Lahore, Pakistan, was built by the Mughal Emperor Jahangir in 1619 for his wife Nur Jahan.
—Laurence Hope
