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Satyr IX. The State Of Love Imitated Fm An Elegy Of Mons:r Desportes

© Thomas Parnell

Hence lett us hence with Just abhorrence go
for ill their happyness these mortalls know
Who slight the mighty favours I bestow

(ll. 135-143) The day departed, hasting over the dwellings of
earth. And after the gleaming light the Lord, our maker, thrust
on the first of evenings. Murky gloom pressed hard upon the
heels of day; God called it night. Our Lord sundered them, one
from the other; and ever since they follow out the will of God to
do it on the earth.

A Song. If Wine And Music Have The Power

© Matthew Prior

If wine and music have the power

To ease the sickness of the soul,

Sonnets XLIX: L: LI: LII: Willowwood

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I

I sat with Love upon a woodside well,

To Florence

© George Gordon Byron

Oh Lady! when I left the shore,
The distant shore which gave me birth,
I hardly thought to grieve once more
To quit another spot on earth:

Dirge

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

PLACE this bunch of mignonette

In her cold, dead hand;

The Stones

© Sylvia Plath

This is the city where men are mended.
I lie on a great anvil.
The flat blue sky-circle

The Mountain Splitter

© Henry Lawson

HE WORKS in the glen where the waratah grows,
And the gums and the ashes are tall,
Neath cliffs that re-echo the sound of his blows
When the wedges leap in from the mawl.

The Wallaby Brigade

© Anonymous

You often have been told of regiments brave and bold,
But we are the bravest in the land;
We're called the Tag-rag Band, and we rally in Queensland,
We are members of the Wallaby Brigade.

Brown Bess

© Rudyard Kipling

In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade
Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise-
An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,
With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes-
At Blenheim and Ramillies fops would confess
They were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess.

Man and Woman.

© Arthur Henry Adams

[According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking a
piece of clay and moistening it with his own blood. Woman was the
offspring of a sunbeam and a sylvan echo.]

Greeting

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I spread a scanty board too late;
The old-time guests for whom I wait
Come few and slow, methinks, to-day.
Ah! who could hear my messages
Across the dim unsounded seas
On which so many have sailed away!

Fortune

© Zora Bernice May Cross

Dame Fortunes jade with a fanciful horn

Of silver ambitions she warns of the flame;

Sonnet XIV: Those Amber Locks

Those amber locks are those same nets, my dear,

Wherewith my liberty thou didst surprise;

The One Face

Fair faces come again,
As at sunsetting
The Stars without number;
Or as dreams dreamed in vain
To a heart forgetting
Come back with slumber.

Ode To The Philistines

Six days shalt thou swindle and lie!
On the sevenththo it soundeth odd
In the odour of sanctity
Thou shalt offer the Lord, thy God,
A threepenny bit, a doze, a start, and an unctuous smile,
And a hurried prayer to prosper another six days of guile.

Her Memories

NOT by her grave: thither I bid them take

Fresh garlands of the flowers that pleased her best,

Olympus

With no sharp--sided peak or sudden cone,
Thou risest o'er the blank Thessalian plain,
But in the semblance of a rounded throne,
Meet for a monarch and his noble train

The Animals are Leaving by Charles Harper Webb: American Life in Poetry #203 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet L

© Ted Kooser

To read in the news that a platoon of soldiers has been killed is a terrible thing, but to learn the name of just one of them makes the news even more vivid and sad. To hold the name of someone or something on our lips is a powerful thing. It is the badge of individuality and separateness. Charles Harper Webb, a California poet, takes advantage of the power of naming in this poem about the steady extinction of animal species. The Animals are Leaving

One by one, like guests at a late party
They shake our hands and step into the dark:
Arabian ostrich; Long-eared kit fox; Mysterious starling.

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