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A Summer Day By The Sea
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Pleasures Of Fancy
© John Clare
A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,
And through this little gate that claps and bangs
A Man's Repentance
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face-
A woman's face! and I swear to heaven
It looked like the ghastly ghost of-Grace!
My Last Farewell To Stirling
© Robert Burns
Nae lark in transport mounts the sky
Or leaves wi' early plaintive cry,
But I will bid a last good-bye,
My last farewell to Stirling O.
The Passionate Printer To His Love
© Henry Austin Dobson
Come live with me and be my Dear;
And till that happy bond shall lapse,
I'll set your Poutings in Brevier,
Your praises in the largest CAPS.
La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente
© Oscar Wilde
My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For, calling on my Lady's name,
My lips have now forgot to sing.
Wild Flowers by Matthew Vetter: American Life in Poetry #206 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
Ah, yes, the mid-life crisis. And there's a lot of mid-life in which it can happen. Jerry Lee Lewis sang of it so well in 'He's thirty-nine and holding, holding everything he can.' And here's a fine poem by Matthew Vetter, portraying just such a man.
Wild Flowers
For Him I Sing
© Walt Whitman
FOR him I sing,
I raise the Present on the Past,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past
With time and space I him dilate-and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.
The Bowl Of Water
© Robert Laurence Binyon
She is eight years old.
When she laughs, her eyes laugh;
Light dances in her eyes;
She tosses back her long hair
Winter Evening
© Archibald Lampman
To-night the very horses springing by
Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream
The streets that narrow to the westward gleam
Like rows of golden palaces; and high
Give Me A Day
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
GIVE me a day, beloved, that I may set
A jewel in my heart--I'll brave regret,
If, on the morrow, you shall say "forget"!
Grief
© Edith Wharton
For there she rules omnipotent, whose will
Compels a mute acceptance of her chart;
Who holds the world, and lo! it cannot fill
Her mighty hand; who will be served apart
With uncommunicable rites, and still
Surrender of the undivided heart.
Farewell to London
© Alexander Pope
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Flower And Voice
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tremulous out of that long darkness, how
Wast thou, O blossom, made
Upon the wintry bough?
What drew thee to appear,
In The Day Of Battle
© Bliss William Carman
IN the day of battle,
In the night of dread,
Let one hymn be lifted,
Let one prayer be said.
Death
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Storm and strife and stress,
Lost in a wilderness,
Groping to find a way,
Forth to the haunts of day
Middlesex
© John Betjeman
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens
Runs the red electric train,
With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's
Daintily alights Elaine;
Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Holy Ghost! dispel our sadness;
Pierce the clouds of nature's night.
Come, Thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light.
