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King's Cross Station

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

This circled cosmos whereof man is god
Has suns and stars of green and gold and red,
And cloudlands of great smoke, that range o'er range
Far floating, hide its iron heavens o'erhead.

A Translation

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

To rightly learn the pugilistic art,
Such as Jem Earywig can well impart,
Refines the manners and takes off the rough,
Nor suffers one to be a blooming

As I calmly sat and span,Toiling with all zeal,
Lo! a young and handsome manPass'd my spinning-wheel.And he praised,--what harm was there?--Sweet the things he said--
Praised my flax-resembling hair,And the even thread.He with this was not content,But must needs do more;
And in twain the thread was rent,Though 'twas safe before.And the flax's stonelike weightNeeded to be told;

First Loss.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Of that time so fondly cherish'd!
Silently my wounds I feed,
And with wailing evermore

Christel.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

My senses ofttimes are oppress'd,Oft stagnant is my blood;
But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,I feel my strength renew'd.
I see her here, I see her there,And really cannot tell
The manner how, the when, the where,The why I love her well.If with the merest glance I viewHer black and roguish eyes,

Lines in Protest to the Dundee Magistrates

© William Topaz McGonagall

Fellow citizens of Bonnie Dundee
Are ye aware how the magistrates have treated me?
Nay, do not stare or make a fuss
When I tell ye they have boycotted me from appearing in Royal Circus,
Which in my opinion is a great shame,
And a dishonour to the city's name.

Love As A Landscape Painter.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

ON a rocky peak once sat I early,
Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving;
Stretch'd out like a pall of greyish texture,
All things round, and all above it cover'd.

The Spagnoletto. Act IV

© Emma Lazarus

Night. RIBERA'S bedroom. RIBERA discovered in his dressing-gown,
seated reading beside a table, with a light upon it. Enter from
an open door at the back of the stage, MARIA. She stands
irresolute for a moment on the threshold behind her father,
watching him, passes her hand rapidly over her brow and eyes,
and then knocks.

Original Preface.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In addition to those portions of Goethe's poetical works which
are given in this complete form, specimens of the different other
classes of them, such as the Epigrams, Elegies, &c., are added,
as well as a collection of the various Songs found in his Plays,
making a total number of about 400 Poems, embraced in the present
volume.

The Spring Oracle.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

OH prophetic bird so bright,
Blossom-songster, cuckoo bight!
In the fairest time of year,
Dearest bird, oh! deign to hear

On A Change Of Masters At A Great Public School

© George Gordon Byron

WHERE are those honours, Ida! once yow own,
When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne?
As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,
Hail'd a barbarian in her Cæsar's place,

Growing Old

© John Kenyon

AFTER THOMAS CAREW

When The Fox Dies, His Skin Counts.*

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

(* The name of a game, known in English as "Jack's
alight.")WE young people in the shadeSat one sultry day;
Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox"With us sought to play.Each one of my friends then satBy his mistress dear;
Cupid, blowing out the torch,Said: "The taper's here!"Then we quickly sent aroundThe expiring brand;

Death-lament Of The Noble Wife Of Asan Aga.

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Scarcely had the Cadi read this letter,
Than he gather'd all his Suatians round him,
And then tow'rd the bride his course directed,
And the veil she ask'd for, took he with him.

Limerick: There was an Old Man who, when little

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Man who, when little,
Fell casually into a Kettle;
But, growing too stout,
He could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that Kettle.

Ode to Marbles by Max Mendelsohn: American Life in Poetry #163 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2

© Ted Kooser

I have always enjoyed poems that celebrate the small pleasures of life. Here Max Mendelsohn, age 12, of Weston, Massachusetts, tells us of the joy he finds in playing with marbles.

Ode to Marbles

Blindman's Buff.

Can through the bandage see!
Although thine eyes are bound,
By thee I'm quickly found,

May Song.

BETWEEN wheatfield and corn,
Between hedgerow and thorn,
Between pasture and tree,
Where's my sweetheart
Tell it me!

Love Song--Heine

© Eugene Field

Many a beauteous flower doth spring
From the tears that flood my eyes,
And the nightingale doth sing
In the burthen of my sighs.

With A Painted Ribbon.

LITTLE leaves and flow'rets too,Scatter we with gentle hand,
Kind young spring-gods to the view,Sporting on an airy band.Zephyr, bear it on the wing,Twine it round my loved one's dress;
To her glass then let her spring,Full of eager joyousness.Roses round her let her see,She herself a youthful rose.
Grant, dear life, one look to me!'Twill repay me all my woes,What this bosom feels, feel thou.Freely offer me thy hand;