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Paraphrase of Isaiah, Chap. 64

© John Henry Newman

O that Thou wouldest rend the breadth of sky,
That veils Thy presence from the sons of men!
O that, as erst Thou camest from on high
Sudden in strength, Thou so would'st come again!
Track'd out by judgments was Thy fiery path,
Ocean and mountain withering in Thy wrath!

Amelioration and the Future, Man's Noble Tasks

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

'Tis in the great, the lovely, and the true;
'Tis in the generous thought,
Of all that man has wrought,
Of all that yet remains for man to do.

On The Alienation Of A Friend

© Confucius

Gently and soft the east wind blows,
And then there falls the pelting rain.
When anxious fears pressed round you close,
Then linked together were we twain.
Now happy, and your mind at rest,
You turn and cast me from your breast.

Song From The Wandering Jew

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast;
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale--is fast.

Plead For Me

© Emily Jane Brontë

OH, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow !
Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for me
And tell why I have chosen thee !

Proem

© Madison Julius Cawein

Wine-warm winds that sigh and sing,
Led me, wrapped in many moods,
Thro' the green sonorous woods
Of belated Spring;

The Death of Artemidora

© Walter Savage Landor

ARTEMIDORA! Gods invisible,
While thou art lying faint along the couch,
Have tied the sandal to thy veined feet,
And stand beside thee, ready to convey

Fiammetta

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

BEHOLD Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.

Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands;

Old Tom Again

© William Butler Yeats

Things out of perfection sail,
And all their swelling canvas wear,
Nor shall the self-begotten fail
Though fantastic men suppose
Building-yard and stormy shore,
Winding-sheet and swaddling - clothes.

Song Of The Negro Boatman

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come
To set de people free;
An' massa tink it day ob doom,
An' we ob jubilee.

The Outerfrom the Inner

© Emily Dickinson

The Outerfrom the Inner
Derives its Magnitude
'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood

Sustenance by Ronald Wallace : American Life in Poetry #226 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Elizabeth Bishop, one of our greatest American poets, once wrote a long poem in which the sudden appearance of a moose on a highway creates a community among a group of strangers on a bus. Here Ronald Wallace, a Wisconsin poet, gives us a sighting with similar results.

Sustenance