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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 105
© Alfred Tennyson
To-night ungather'd let us leave
This laurel, let this holly stand:
We live within the stranger's land,
And strangely falls our Christmas-eve.
The Hearts
© Robert Pinsky
The legendary muscle that wants and grieves,
The organ of attachment, the pump of thrills
And troubles, clinging in stubborn colonies
To A Wounded Bird
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Thou shalt feel no more the wind on thy wing,
Nor float on the breath of the breeze;
The Sister's Lullaby
© Padraic Colum
You would not slumber
If laid at my breast:
You would not slumber.
OEnone
© Alfred Tennyson
"Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
He smiled, and opening out his milk-white palm
Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold,
That smelt ambrosially, and while I look'd
And listen'd, the full-flowing river of speech
Came down upon my heart.
Stray Pleasures
© William Wordsworth
BY their floating mill,
That lies dead and still,
Behold yon Prisoners three,
The Miller with two Dames, on the breast of the Thames!
The platform is small, but gives room for them all;
And they're dancing merrily.
Too Late
© Madison Julius Cawein
I looked upon a dead girl's face and heard
What seemed the voice of Love call unto me
Canto XLIX: For the Seven Lakes
© Ezra Pound
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.
T o W.H.H.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
How like a mighty picture, tint by tint,
This marvellous world is opening to thy view!
Wonders of earth and heaven; shapes bright and new,
Strength, radiance, beauty, and all things that hint
Blowfly
© Andrew Hudgins
Half? awake, I was imagining
a friend’s young lover, her ash blonde hair, the smooth
From The Iron Gate
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AS on the gauzy wings of fancy flying
From some far orb I track our watery sphere,
Home of the struggling, suffering, doubting, dying,
The silvered globule seems a glistening tear.
Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing
© James Weldon Johnson
Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
LEnvoi: Brussels, Hotel Du Midi
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
IT'S copied out at last: very poor stuff
Writ in the cold, with pauses of the cramp.
Winter Remembered
© Pindar
Two evils, monstrous either one apart,
Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:
A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,
And in the wood the furious winter blowing.
