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Requiem
© Robert Fuller Murray
For thee the birds shall never sing again,
Nor fresh green leaves come out upon the tree,
The brook shall no more murmur the refrain
For thee.
Limerick: There was an Old Derry down Derry,
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Derry down Derry,
Who loved to see little folks merry;
So he made them a Book,
And with laughter they shook,
At the fun of that Derry down Derry!
To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window
© William Ernest Henley
To me at my fifth-floor window
The chimney-pots in rows
Are sets of pipes pandean
For every wind that blows;
To The Nightingale
© James Thomson
O nightingale, best poet of the grove,
That plaintive strain can ne'er belong to thee,
Blessed in the full possession of thy love:
O lend that strain, sweet Nighingale, to me!
Rubaiyat 22
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
I needed to hang on to her curly ring,
Help me please, let my affairs take wing.
Said, release my hair, instead take my lips,
Let go of long life, with good times swing.
At a Certain Age
© Czeslaw Milosz
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind
Andromeda
© Charles Kingsley
Over the sea, past Crete, on the Syrian shore to the southward,
Dwells in the well-tilled lowland a dark-haired AEthiop people,
Song
© George MacDonald
Thou art no such dove-cot
Of virtues-no such chart
Of highways, though the dart
Of love be through thee shot!
Why should she not love not
Thee, poor, pinched, selfish heart?
To The Wood-Lark
© Robert Burns
O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing fond complaining.
The Unseen
© Sara Teasdale
DEATH went up the hall
Unseen by every one,
Trailing twilight robes
Past the nurse and the nun.
Czar Nicholas
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
We could not turn from that colossal foe,
The morning shadow of whose hideous head
Les Noyades
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
WHATEVER a man of the sons of men
Shall say to his heart of the lords above,
They have shown man verily, once and again,
Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
On the Death of a Young Gentleman
© Phillis Wheatley
And thy full joys into their bosoms pour;
The raging tempest of their grief control,
And spread the dawn of glory through the soul,
To eye the path the saint departed trod,
And trace him to the bosom of his God.
As Children bid the Guest
© Emily Dickinson
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
And then reluctant turn
My flowers raise their pretty lips
Then put their nightgowns on.
Sonnet 10: Reason
© Sir Philip Sidney
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still
Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me:
I rather wish'd thee climb the Muses' hill,
Or reach the fruit of Nature's choicest tree,
The Big Deeds
© Edgar Albert Guest
We are done with little thinking and we're done with little deeds,
We are done with petty conduct and we're done with narrow creeds;
Medical History by Carrie Shipers: American Life in Poetry #152 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
A child with a sense of the dramatic, well, many of us have been that child. Here's Carrie Shipers of Missouri reminiscing about how she once wished for a dramatic rescue by screaming ambulance, only to find she was really longing for the comfort of her mother's hands.
Medical History
Prayer For A Prayer
© Dorothy Parker
Dearest one, when I am dead
Never seek to follow me.
Never mount the quiet hill
Where the copper leaves are still,
As my heart is, on the tree
Standing at my narrow bed.
