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O thou, my beauteous, ever tender Friend,
Thou, on whom all my worldly Joys depend,
Accept these Numbers; and with Pleasure hear
Unstudy'd Truth, which few, alas! can bear;
While conscious Virtue takes the Muse's Part,
Glows on thy Cheek, and warms thy gen'rous Heart.

At Sunset Time

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

A DOWN the west a golden glow

Sinks burning in the sea,

Woodman And Echo

© George Meredith

Close Echo hears the woodman's axe,

To double on it, as in glee,

Phaedra

© Edith Wharton

NOT that on me the Cyprian fury fell,

Last martyr of my love-ensanguined race;

Poets At Seven Years

© Arthur Rimbaud

And the mother, closing the work-book
Went off, proud, satisfied, not seeing,
In the blue eyes, under the lumpy brow,
The soul of her child given over to loathing.

The Swagman

© Anonymous

Kind friends, pray give attention
To this, my little song.
Some rum things I will mention,

The Rose With Such A Bonny Blush

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

The rose with such a bonny blush,
What has the rose to blush about?
If it's the sun that makes her flush,
What's in the sun to flush about?

Amours De Voyage, Canto I

© Arthur Hugh Clough

I am to tell you, you say, what I think of our last new acquaintance.
Well, then, I think that George has a very fair right to be jealous.
I do not like him much, though I do not dislike being with him.
He is what people call, I suppose, a superior man, and
Certainly seems so to me; but I think he is terribly selfish.

The Poet Orders His Tomb

© Edgar Bowers

I summon up Panofskv from his bed
Among the famous dead
To build a tomb which, since I am not read,
Suffers the stones mortality instead;

I Would I Were The Glow-Worm

© Mathilde Blind

I would I were the glow-worm, thou the flower,
That I might fill thy cup with glimmering light;
I would I were the bird, and thou the bower,
To sing thee songs throughout the summer night.

The Mound By The Lake

© Herman Melville

The grass shall never forget this grave.

When homeward footing it in the sun

Phenomenal Woman

© Maya Angelou

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

The Deacon's Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
Logic is logic. That's all I say.

Her Letter

© Francis Bret Harte

I'm sitting alone by the fire,

Dressed just as I came from the dance,

Come After Jinny

He'll be comin' down the road at the break of day
His head thrown back and his guns tied low
He's comin' after Jinny wants to take her away but I ain't gonna let her go

Description of Love

A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;

No sickness is there like sickness of heart.

Landing on the Moon

© May Swenson

When in the mask of night there shone that cut,
we were riddled. A probe reached down
and stroked some nerve in us,
as if the glint from a wizard's eye, of silver,
slanted out of the mask of the unknown-
pit of riddles, the scratch-marked sky.

Children's Games

I
This is a schoolyard
crowded
with children

The Dong with a Luminous Nose

© Edward Lear

When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights; -
When the angry breakers roar

'Monstre' Balloon

Oh! fie! Mister Nokes,- for shame, Mister Nokes!
To be poking your fun at us plain-dealing folks -
Sir, this isn't a time to be cracking your jokes,
And such jesting, your malice but scurvily cloaks;
Such a trumpery tale every one of us smokes,
And we know very well your whole story's a hoax!-