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The Ramble-eer
© Anonymous
The earth rolls on through empty space, its journey's never done;
It's entered for a starry race throughout the kingdom come.
And, as I am a bit of earth, I follow it because -
And to prove I am a rolling stone and never gather moss.
Twilight Monologue
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
CAN it be that the glory of manhood has passed,
That its purpose, its passion, its might,
Have all paled with the fervor that fed them at last,
As the twilight comes down with the night?
The Stirrup Cup
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Come, drink a stirrup cup with me,
Before we close our rouse.
Birdofredum Sawin; Esq., To Mr. Hosea Biglow
© James Russell Lowell
I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write ye started,
To tech the leadin' featurs o' my gittin' me convarted;
Song (Untitled #11)
© George Meredith
The daisy now is out upon the green;
And in the grassy lanes
The child of April rains,
The sweet fresh-hearted violet, is smelt and loved unseen.
Thisbe's Song
© Abraham Cowley
Come, love, why stay'st thou? The night
Will vanish ere wee taste delight.
The moone obscures her selfe from sight,
Thou absent, whose eyes give her light.
Stage Direction
© Conrad Aiken
It is a stage of ether, without space,
a space of limbo without time,
a faceless clock that never strikes;
Stage Love
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
WHEN the game began between them for a jest,
He played king and she played queen to match the best;
Laughter soft as tears, and tears that turned to laughter,
These were things she sought for years and sorrowed after.
The Owl by Wendy Videlock : American Life in Poetry #264 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Wendy Videlock lives in western Colorado, where a person can stop to study what an owl has left behind without being run over by a taxi.
Paradise: In A Dream
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Once in a dream I saw the flowers
That bud and bloom in Paradise;
Incoherencias
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Yo tuve un ideal, ¿en dónde se halla?
Albergué una virtud, ¿por qué se ha ido?
Fui templado, ¿do está mi recia malla?
¿En qué campo sangriento de batalla
me dejaron asi, triste y vencido?
I Would I Were A Child
© George MacDonald
I would I were a child,
That I might look, and laugh, and say, My Father!
And follow thee with running feet, or rather
Be led through dark and wild!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude VI.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Six stories told! We must have seven,
A cluster like the Pleiades,
And lo! it happens, as with these,
That one is missing from our heaven.
Where is the Landlord? Bring him here;
Let the Lost Pleiad reappear."
Genesis BK XI
© Caedmon
ll. 442-460) Then God's enemy began to make him ready, equipped
in war-gear, with a wily heart. He set his helm of darkness on
Ma And The Auto
© Edgar Albert Guest
Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma: "My dear,
Now just remember I don't need suggestions from the rear.
If you will just sit still back there and hold in check your fright,
I'll take you where you want to go and get you back all right.
Remember that my hearing's good and also I'm not blind,
And I can drive this car without suggestions from behind."
Anti-Apis
© James Russell Lowell
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace and Justice rest;
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,
Block by block the endeavoring Ages built it up to what we see.
Nearing Christmas
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE season of the rose and peace is past:
It could not last.
There's heartbreak in the hills and stormy sighs
Of sorrow in the rain-lashed plains and skies,
The Test
© Walter Savage Landor
I held her hand, the pledge of bliss,
Her hand that trembled and withdrew;
She bent her head before my kiss...
My heart was sure that hers was true.
