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The War

© Jones Very

I saw a war, yet none the trumpet blew,

Nor in their hands the steel-wrought weapons bare;

"You took away all the oceans and all the room"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

You took away all the oceans and all the room.
You gave me my shoe-size in earth with bars around it.
Where did it get you? Nowhere.
You left me my lips, and they shape words, even in silence.

"THE Dutch have taken Holland,"--so the schoolboys used to say;
The Dutch have taken Harvard,--no doubt of that to-day!
For the Wendells were low Dutchmen, and all their vrows were Vans;
And the Breitmanns are high Dutchmen, and here is honest Hans.

A Chill

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

What can lambkins do
All the keen night through?
Nestle by their woolly mother
The careful ewe.

Improvisations: Light And Snow: 15

© Conrad Aiken

The music of the morning is red and warm;

Snow lies against the walls;

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Third

© Mark Akenside

See! in what crouds the uncouth forms advance:
Each would outstrip the other, each prevent
Our careful search, and offer to your gaze,
Unask'd, his motley features. Wait awhile,
My curious friends! and let us first arrange
In proper order your promiscuous throng.

The Tryst

© Caroline Norton

I.
I went, alone, to the old familiar place
Where we often met,--
When the twilight soften'd thy bright and radiant face

Paranoid

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Everybody says I'm paranoid they all think I'm crazy
They all smile to my face but they'd like to see me die
They put poison in my coffee they put ground glass in my oatmeal
They put spiders in my tennis shoes and shit in my pecan pie

Down-Hall. A Ballad.

© Matthew Prior

I sing not old Jason who travell'd through Greece
To kiss the fair maids and possess the rich fleece,
Nor sing I AEneas, who, led by his mother,
Got rid of one wife and went far for another.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Phaethon--Attempted In Galliambic Measure

© George Meredith

Lither, noisy in the breezes now his sisters shivering weep,
By the river flowing smooth out to the vexed sea of Adria,
Where he fell, and where they suffered sudden change to the
tremulous
Ever-wailful trees bemoaning him, a bruised purple cyclamen.

Unknown Ideal

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Whose is the voice that will not let me rest?

I hear it speak.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVIII. -- King Olaf And

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

On the gray sea-sands
King Olaf stands,
Northward and seaward
He points with his hands.

Aftersong

© Friedrich Nietzsche

O noon of life! A time to celebrate!
Oh garden of summer!
Restless happiness in standing, gazing, waiting:
I wait for friends, ready day and night.
You friends, where are you? Come! It's time! It's time!

Just To Drift

DRIFTING down the Harbour,
Stars on high,
Lovers of the surface,
You and I,

Epilogue

I
The sun, less hot, looks from a sky more clear;
The roses in their sleepy loveliness
Nod to the cradling wind. The atmosphere
Enfolds us with a sister's tenderness.