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A Seventeenth-Century Song

© Louise Imogen Guiney

She alone of Shepherdesses

With her blue disdayning eyes,

Ode to Beauty

© Mary Darby Robinson

EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour,
Whose magic spells enchain the heart,
Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r,
Thy thrilling smile, thy witching art ?

The Two Sides Of The River

© William Morris

O Winter, O white winter, wert thou gone
No more within the wilds were I alone
Leaping with bent bow over stock and stone!

WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew,
And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray;
Where o'er the woodlands, vivid light'nings flew,
Cleft the strong oak, and scorch'd the blossom'd spray;

She Stood Against The Orient Sun

© Mathilde Blind

She stood against the Orient sun,
Her face inscrutable for light;
A myriad larks in unison
Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight.

Oberon to the Queen of the Fairies

© Mary Darby Robinson

My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite
"That gilds the vapours of the night,
"Shall dance and weave the verdant ring
"With joy that mortals thus can sing;

Morning

© Mary Darby Robinson

O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads,
AURORA lifts the torch of day;
The shad'wy brow of Night recedes,
Cold dew-drops fall from every spray;

Dedication Of "The Dream Of Man" To London, My Hostess

© William Watson

City that waitest to be sung,--

For whom no hand

Monody to the Memory of Chatterton

© Mary Darby Robinson

Chill penury repress'd his noble rage,
And froze the genial current of his soul.
GRAY.

The Span Of Life

© Robert Frost

The old dog barks backwards without getting up.

I can remember when he was a pup.

Mistress Gurton's Cat

© Mary Darby Robinson

Thus, often, we with anguish sore
The dead , in clam'rous grief deplore;
Who, were they once alive again
Would meet the sting of cold disdain!
For FRIENDS, whom trifling faults can sever,
Are valued most , WHEN LOST FOR EVER!

Aspects Of Robinson

© Weldon Kees

Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin
Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds.
Gray men in overcoats are ghosts blown past the door.
The taxis streak the avenues with yellow, orange, and red.
This is Grand Central, Mr. Robinson.

Male Fashions for 1799

© Mary Darby Robinson

Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats,
Whispers like Jew MOSES ;
Padded collars, thick cravats,
And cheeks as red as roses.

Spring Night

© Bliss William Carman

IN the wondrous star-sown night,
In the first sweet warmth of spring,
I lie awake and listen
To hear the glad earth sing.

Lines Written on the Sea-Coast

SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides,
Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales,
The lofty mast the breezy air derides,
As gaily o'er the glitt'ring surf she sails.

A Song Of Delight

Oh! Have you stolen out, one summer morning
To pick white crocus neath the garden wall,
Or shaken softly the big scented roses
And watched the dew-drops fall?

Lines Written by the Side of a River

FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray,
Still a silent waving tide
O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide,
While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY,

What Miss Edith Saw From Her Window

Our window's not much, though it fronts on the street;
There's a fly in the pane that gets nothin' to eat;
But it's curious how people think it's a treat
For ME to look out of the window!

Lines to the memory of Richard Boyle, Esq.

And when stern FATE, with ruthless rancour, press'd
Thy withering graces to her flinty breast;
Bright JUSTICE darted from her bless'd abode,
And bore thy VIRTUES to the throne of GOD;
While cold OBLIVION stealing o'er thy mind,
Each youthful folly to the grave consign'd.