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Keep A Song Up On De Way

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy

An' de rain is mighty thick;

Italy : 25. Don Garzia

© Samuel Rogers

Among those awful forms, in elder time
Assembled, and through many an after-age
Destined to stand as Genii of the Place
Where men most meet in Florence, may be seen

In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned

© James Wright

I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
Upstream from the sewer main,
Pondering, gazing.

The Courtship Of Miles Standish

Thereupon answered the youth: "Indeed I do not condemn you;
Stouter hearts that a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter.
Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on;
So I have come to you now, with an offer and proffer of marriage
Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth!"

To the Comet of 1843 [late version]

© Charles Harpur

But human eyes
As many and beautifulyea, more sublime
And radiant in their passion, from a more
Enlarged communion with the spirit of truth,
Shall welcome thee instead, mysterious stranger,
When thou returnst anew.

Cuaresmal

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Tu paz -¡oh paz de cada día-
Y mi dolor que es inmortal,
Se han de casar, Amada mía,
En una noche cuaresmal.

Rubaiyat 11

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

First enticed me to take the cup,
When I got drunk, told me to stop.
My eyes watery, my heart on fire,
I became dust and your wind picked me up.

A Winter Night

© Robert Burns

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,

Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;

"Tall trees along the road"

© Lesbia Harford

Tall trees along the road,
I never saw you
Last year in summertime.
He came before you

Epochs

© Emma Lazarus

Thin summer rain on grass and bush and hedge,
Reddening the road and deepening the green
On wide, blurred lawn, and in close-tangled sedge;
Veiling in gray the landscape stretched between
These low broad meadows and the pale hills seen
But dimly on the far horizon's edge.

Summer's Passing

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

A SINGLE branch of flaming red,

A branch of tawny yellow

A Fairy Prince

Prince Charming, when the wizard's wand
Had wrecked for aye my fairyland;
Had razed my castles to the earth,
And killed my child heart with his mirth;
Then weeds grew rank where flowers had been,
And slow snakes flashed their length between.

Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power :
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size-