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The Cockatoo; From The Chinese

© Robert Laurence Binyon

A present from tropical Annam,
A bird with a human speech,
A gloriously plumed cockatoo
Rosy as the flower of a peach!

Neil Snow

© Edgar Albert Guest

The whistle sounds! The game is o'er!
We pay our tribute now with tears
Instead of smiling eyes and cheers.
Neil Snow has crossed the line once more.

All The World's Ruled By A Dragon

© Fyodor Sologub

All the world's ruled by the Dragon -
Fiery, mad, wicked, perverse.
Let me praise him with a humble,
Daring and ironic curse:

F. W. C.

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FAST as the rolling seasons bring

The hour of fate to those we love,

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 13

© William Langland

And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande,

And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walke

The Nut-Brown Maid. A Poem.

© Matthew Prior

Man. I am the knyght, I come by nyght
As secret as I can,
Saying, alas! thus standeth the case,
I am a banishyd man.

Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Knowledge. Book I.

But, O! ere yet original man was made,
Ere the foundations of this earth were laid,
It was opponent to our search ordain'd,
That joy still sought should never be attain'd:
This sad experience cites me to reveal,
And what I dictate is from what I feel.

How much do you know, o humankind (with original German)

© Franz Grillparzer

How much do you know, o humankind, the king of all of god's creation,
You, who can see what is visible and measure what is measurable.
How much it is that you know! and yet, oh, how little,
Because what appears, is only the outer aspects,

A Prayer for Charity

© Jeremy Taylor

Full of mercy, full of love,

Look upon us from above;

Conclusion Of A Letter To The Rev. Mr. C---.

© Mary Barber

'Tis Time to conclude; for I make it a Rule,
To leave off all Writing, when Con. comes from School.
He dislikes what I've written, and says, I had better
To send what he calls a poetical Letter.

Poem Reaching For Something

© Quincy Troupe

we walk through a calligraphy of hats slicing off foreheads
ace-deuce cocked, they slant, razor sharp, clean through imagination, our
spirits knee-deep in what we have forgotten entrancing our bodies now to
dance, like enraptured water lilies

You's Sweet to Yo' Mammy de Same

© James Weldon Johnson

You's sweet to yo' mammy jes de same;
Dat's why she calls you Honey fu' yo' name.
Yo' face is black, dat's true,
An' yo' hair is woolly, too,
But, you's sweet to yo' mammy jes de same.

Variations on an Elizabethan Theme

© Edgar Bowers

Long days, short nights, this Southern summer
Fixes the mind within its timeless place.
Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer
Hangs and is gone, warm sound its quickened space.

To an ingenious young Gentleman, on his dedicating a Poem to the Author.

© Mather Byles

To you, dear Youth, whom all the Muses own,

And great Apollo speaks his darling Son,

Elegy: Walking the Line

© Edgar Bowers

Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line,
The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum
Superb above the cabin, along the wall
Stones gathered from the level field nearby

She's All My Fancy Painted Him

She's all my fancy painted him
(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most?

Mary

© Edgar Bowers

The angel of self-discipline, her guardian
Since she first knew and had to go away
From home that spring to have her child with strangers,
Sustained her, till the vanished boy next door

A Wife Mourns For Her Husband

© Confucius

The dolichos grows and covers the thorn,
O'er the waste is the dragon-plant creeping.
The man of my heart is away and I mourn--
What home have I, lonely and weeping?

Dedication for a House

© Edgar Bowers

We, who were long together homeless, raise
Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up
To what sustained us in those threatening days
Unto this end. Alas, that this bright cup
Be empty of the care and life of him
Who should have made it overflow its brim.