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Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken)
© Katharine Tynan
That which I saved I lost
And that I lost I found,
And you are mine, oh tender little ghost,
Whose grave is holy ground.
Experience
© Hugo von Hofmannsthal
The valley of dusk was filled
With a silver-grey fragrance, like the moon
O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be
© Pierre Abelard
O what their joy and their glory must be,
Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see;
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blessed.
A Comrade
© William Henry Ogilvie
I saw him in the breaker's yard
Bereft of half his pride,
The foam upon his shoulder starred,
The sweat upon his side.
He loved the wide-fenced fields, and I,
Who loved those fields as dear.
The Swashbuckler
© Madison Julius Cawein
Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;
A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,
VIII: Song: To Sicknesse
© Benjamin Jonson
Why, Disease, dost thou molest
Ladies? and of them the best?
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Well pleased the audience heard the tale.
The Theologian said: "Indeed,
Sleep And Poetry
© John Keats
As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete
Was unto me, but why that I ne might
Rest I ne wist, for there n'as erthly wight
[As I suppose] had more of hertis ese
Than I, for I n'ad sicknesse nor disese. ~ Chaucer
A Rainy Day in April
© Francis Ledwidge
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
Like holy water falls upon the plain,
'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
And see your harvest born.
Morns like thesewe parted
© Emily Dickinson
Morns like thesewe parted
Noons like theseshe rose
Fluttering firstthen firmer
To her fair repose.
What Is Life?
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
Too ample in itself for human sight?
An absolute Self--an element ungrounded--
All, that we see, all colours of all shade
La Solitude De St. Amant /La Solitude A Alcidon /
© Katherine Philips
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O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
The Bronckhurst Divorce Case
© Rudyard Kipling
In the daytime, when she moved about me,
In the night, when she was sleeping at my side, -
I was wearied, I was wearied of her presence.
Day by day and night by night I grew to hate her -
Would God that she or I had died!
Keep White the Strain
© Anonymous
For this is our most sacred trust,
That ye shall in the full maintain,
Whether in simple love or lust -
"Keep white the strain!"
Crooked House Toll
© William Henry Ogilvie
The proud years have passed it and left it alone;
No more with red blossoms its gables are gay;
Ode to a Man of Letters
© John Logan
Lo, winter's hoar dominion past!
Arrested in his eastern blast
The fiend of nature flies;
Breathing the spring, the zephyrs play,
And re-enthroned the Lord of day
Resumes the golden skies.
Applied Geometry by Russell Libby: American Life in Poetry #194 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-
© Ted Kooser
Father and child doing a little math homework together; it's an everyday occurrence, but here, Russell Libby, a poet who writes from Three Sisters Farm in central Maine, presents it in a way that makes it feel deep and magical.
Applied Geometry
