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Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Vicisti, Galilæe.

I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;

Sonnet XXXV. To Fortitude

© Charlotte Turner Smith

NYMPH of the rock! whose dauntless spirit braves
The beating storm, and bitter winds that howl
Round thy cold breast; and hear'st the bursting waves
And the deep thunder with unshaken soul;

To the New Year

© William Stanley Merwin

With what stillness at last

you appear in the valley

The Coming of the Plague

© Weldon Kees

September was when it began.

Locusts dying in the fields; our dogs

The Woodman And The Money Hunter

Throughout our rambles much we find;
The bee trees burst with honey;
Wild birds we tame of every kind,
At once they seem to be resign'd;
I know but one that lags behind,
There's nothing lags but money.

Legacies

© Nikki Giovanni

her grandmother called her from the playground

“yes, ma’am”

Good People

© William Stanley Merwin

From the kindness of my parents
I suppose it was that I held
that belief about suffering

An Old Tale Re-Told

© Madison Julius Cawein

Well, the laughter of Yule was turned to tears
For them and for us. We saw the glare
Of torches that hurried from chamber to stair;
And we heard the castle re-echo her name,
But neither to them nor to us she came.
And that was the last of Clara of Clare.

Men Say They Know Many Things

© Henry David Thoreau

Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, —
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that any body knows.

Everyday Characters III - The Belle Of The Ball Room

© Winthrop Mackworth Praed

YEARS, years ago, ere yet my dreams

Had been of being wise and witty;

Farewell to Bath

© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

To all you ladies now at Bath,
And eke, ye beaux, to you,
With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes,
I bid my last adieu.

The Human Temple

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

The Temple in Darkness

Darkness broods upon the temple,

Sonnets from the Portuguese 26: I Lived with Visions

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I lived with visions for my company,

Instead of men and women, years ago,

My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop

© Naomi Shihab Nye

My uncle slid into his booth.
I cannot tell you—how I love this place.
He drained the water glass, noisily clinking his ice.
My uncle hailed from an iceless region.
He had definite ideas about water drinking.
I cannot tell you—all the time. But then he’d try.