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Intaglio - Frank Denz
© Henry Kendall
Oh, women and men who have known the perils of weather and wave,
It is sad that my sweet ones are blown under sea without shelter of grave;
I sob like a child in the night, when the gale on the waters is loud
My darlings went down in my sight, with neither a coffin nor shroud.
Written In A Country Churchyard
© John Kenyon
Oh! how I hate the cumbrous pride
Of plume and pall and scutcheon'd hearse,
Fragment
© John Clare
The cataract, whirling down the precipice,
Elbows down rocks and, shouldering, thunders through.
Love At Sea
© John Reed
Wind smothers the snarling of the great ships,
And the serene gulls are stronger than turbines;
Mile upon mile the hiss of a stumbling wave breaks unbroken
Yet stronger is the power of your lips for my lips.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Signor Luigi," said the Jew,
When the Sicilian's tale was told,
Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me
© John Donne
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;
Lessons
© Walt Whitman
THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety;
But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love,
That they readily meet invasions, when they come.
Hymn Sung At An Anniversary Of The Asylum Of Orphans At Charleston
© Henry Timrod
We scarce, O God! could lisp thy name,
When those who loved us passed away,
And left us but thy love to claim,
With but an infant's strength to pray.
Remembrance
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Swifter far than summer's flight--
Swifter far than youths delight--
Swifter far than happy night,
The Love Unfeigned
© Geoffrey Chaucer
O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up groweth with your age,
A Hymn Of Peace
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SUNG AT THE "JUBILEE," JUNE 15, 1869,
TO THE MUSIC OF SELLER'S "AMERICAN HYMN"
Wrapping the rice cakes
© Matsuo Basho
Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair.
At Briggflatts Meetinghouse
© Basil Bunting
Boasts time mocks cumber Rome. Wren
set up his own monument.
Others watch fells dwindle, think
the sun's fires sink.
Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William )
© Lewis Carroll
"Pack it up in brown paper!" the old man cried,
"And seal it with olive-and-dove.
"I command you to do it!" he added with pride,
"Nor forget, my good fellow to send her beside
"Easter Greetings, and give her my love."
An Instance Of Dyspepsia
© Eli Siegel
I
There is a man of fifty-four years;
He has dyspepsia, it appears;
He chooses his food carefully,
