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Kubla Khan: Or, A Vision In A Dream. A Fragment

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

To......

© William Watson

Unto the Lady of The Nook
Fly, tiny book.
There thou hast lovers--even thou!
Fly thither now.

Spake John Grogblossom the coachman to Eliza Spinks the cook:
"Mrs. Spinks," says he, "I've foundered: 'Liza dear, I'm overtook.
Druv into a corner reglar, puzzled as a babe unborn;
Speak the word, my blessed 'Liza; speak, and John the coachman's yourn."

Home Again

© Madison Julius Cawein

Far down the lane

A window pane

The King's Sabbath

© Archibald Lampman

Once idly in his hall king Olave sat

Pondering, and with his dagger whittled chips;

Hard To Please

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

(To be said in one breath)
Elaine gives me a pain,
Gill makes me ill,
Winnie is a ninny,

The Great Beech

© Norman Rowland Gale

With heart disposed to memory, let me stand
Near this monarch and this minstrel of the land,
Now that Dian leans so lovely from her car.
Illusively brought near by seeming falsely far,
In yon illustrious summit sways the tangled evening star.

The Dream

© Caroline Hayward

He sees it all - and a secret pang,
Through that all unconquered spirit rang,
And I turned to look on the conqueror dread,
I woke, 'twas a dream, and the vision fled.

The Mirror

© Yehudah HaLevi

Into my eyes he lovingly looked,
My arms about his neck were twined,
And in the mirror of my eyes,
What but his image did he find?

Sonnet CI: The One Hope

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

When vain desire at last and vain regret

Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,

What Mr. Robinson Thinks

© James Russell Lowell

Guvener B. is a sensible man;

He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks;

The Natural Beauty

© Samuel Johnson

To Stella:

Whether Stella's eyes are found

Ode to Evening

© William Taylor Collins

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,

May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,

Waiting

© Madison Julius Cawein

Come to the hills, the woods are green--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
There is a brook that flows between
Two mossy trees where we can meet,
Where we can meet and speak unseen.

Monday In Easter Week

© John Keble

Go up and watch the new-born rill
Just trickling from its mossy bed,
Streaking the heath-clad hill
With a bright emerald thread.

An Ode - Humbly Inscribed To The Queen, On the Glorious Success of Her Majesty's Arms

When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,

And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,

Sonnet I: Love Enthroned

I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:

Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;

Rhénane d'Automne

Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme
Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier
Qui raconte avoir vu sous la lune sept femmes
Tordre leurs cheveux verts et longs jusqu'à leurs pieds

A Cranefly In September

© Ted Hughes

Sometimes she rests long minutes in the grass forest
Like a fairytale hero, only a marvel can help her.
She cannot fathom the mystery of this forest
In which, for instance, this giant watches -
The giant who knows she cannot be helped in any way.