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June

© James Whitcomb Riley

Queenly month of indolent repose!

I drink thy breath in sips of rare perfume,

Prime

© Amy Lowell

Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.

Ode upon the Censure of his New Inn

© Benjamin Jonson

Come, leave the loathed stage,

And the more loathsome age;

Gettysburg Ode

© James Bayard Taylor

After the eyes that looked, the lips that spake

Here, from the shadows of impending death,

Epigram On The Death Of Edward Forbes

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

NATURE, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He wood and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showd him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.

River Bend

© Anonymous

At River Bend, in New South Wales,

All alone among the whales,

Quiet, Tears, Babies

© Eli Siegel

Quiet in the street,

In the street with houses having babies,

A Yellow Leaf by Alberto Rios: American Life in Poetry #40 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

Arizonan Alberto Rios probably observed this shamel ash often, its year-round green leaves never changing. On this particular day, however, he recognizes a difference—a yellow leaf. In doing so he offers us a glimpse of how something small yet unexpected may stay with us, perhaps even become a secret pleasure.

A Yellow Leaf

To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

BEYOND the north wind lay the land of old

Where men dwelt blithe and blameless, clothed and fed

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Amid the hospitable glow,
Like an old actor on the stage,
With the uncertain voice of age,
The singing chimney chanted low
The homely songs of long ago.

The Old Cottagers

© John Clare

The little cottage stood alone, the pride

Of solitude surrounded every side.

The South Wind And The Sun

© James Whitcomb Riley

O The South Wind and the Sun!

How each loved the other one

In The Night

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In the silent midnight watches,

When the earth was clothed in gloom,

Reality

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.

Speech is born out of longing,

Limerick: There was an Old Man of Kamschatka

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Kamschatka,
Who possessed a remarkable fat cur;
His gait and his waddle
Were held as a model
To all the fat dogs in Kamschatka.