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Die Staerke Des Weins
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wein ist staerker als das Wasser:
Dies gestehn auch seine Hasser.
Wasser reisst wohl Eichen um,
Und hat Haeuser umgerissen:
Und ihr wundert euch darum,
Dass der Wein mich umgerissen?
The Loehrs And The Hammonds
© James Whitcomb Riley
"Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call,--
"_The Loehrs is come to your house!_" And a small
As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life
© Walt Whitman
I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single object, and that no man ever can,
Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart upon me and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
Tampico
© Grace Hazard Conkling
Oh, cut me reeds to blow upon,
Or gather me a star,
But leave the sultry passion-flowers
Growing where they are.
Honours -- Part II.
© Jean Ingelow
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste
Because a chasm doth yawn across his way
Too wide for leaping, and too steeply faced
For climber to essay-
Of the Progress of the Soul: The Second Anniversary
© John Donne
(excerpt)
OF THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL
Wherein,
by occasion of the religious death of Mistress
The Cure For Weariness
© Edgar Albert Guest
Seemed like I couldn't stand it any more,
The factory whistles blowin' day by day,
Somewhere
© Robert Creeley
The galloping collection of boards
are the house which I afforded
one evening to walk into
just as the night came down.
Je TIndique Le Fruit
© André Marie de Chénier
Je t'indique le fruit qui m'a rendu malade;
Je te crie en quel lieu, sous la route, est caché
Un abîme, où déjà mes pas ont trébuché.
On A View Of Pasadena From The Hills
© Yvor Winters
From the high terrace porch I watch the dawn.
No light appears, though dark has mostly gone,
Lines For A Flag Raising Ceremony
© Edgar Albert Guest
FULL many a flag the breeze has kissed;
Through ages long the morning sun
Gravelly Run
© Archie Randolph Ammons
I don’t know somehow it seems sufficient
to see and hear whatever coming and going is,
losing the self to the victory
of stones and trees,
of bending sandpit lakes, crescent
round groves of dwarf pine:
Sonnet LX: Lo, Here the Impost
© Samuel Daniel
Lo, here the impost of a faith unfeigning
That love hath paid, and her disdain extorted,
The Safecracker
© Linda Pastan
On nights when the moon seems impenetrable—
a locked porthole to space;
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. September
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
FEAST OF ST. PARTRIDGE
The only saint in all our calendar
Is good St. Partridge. 'Tis his feast to--day,
The happiest day of all a happy year,
The Soul Of The Anzac
© Roderic Quinn
THE form that was mine was brown and hard,
And thewed and muscled, and tall and straight;
Still, Citizen Sparrow
© Lola Ridge
Still, citizen sparrow, this vulture which you call
Unnatural, let him but lumber again to air
Over the rotten office, let him bear
The carrion ballast up, and at the tall
