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Stanzas
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
STRANGE! that one lightly whispered tone
Is far, far sweeter unto me,
Than all the sounds that kiss the earth,
Or breathe along the sea;
But, lady, when thy voice I greet,
Not heavenly music seems so sweet.
Fragments - Lines 0213 - 0218
© Theognis of Megara
My heart, display toward all your friends a changeful character,
Adding into it the disposition that each one has.
Adopt the disposition of the octopus, crafty in its convolutions, which takes on
The appearance of whatever rock it has dealings with.
At one moment follow along this way, but at the next change the color of your skin:
You can be sure that cleverness proves better than inflexibility.
The Delectable Day
© Charles Kingsley
The boy on the famous gray pony,
Just bidding good-bye at the door,
Plucking up maiden heart for the fences
Where his brother won honour of yore.
A Flower Of The Fields
© Madison Julius Cawein
Bee-bitten in the orchard hung
The peach; or, fallen in the weeds,
Lay rotting: where still sucked and sung
The gray bee, boring to its seed's
Pink pulp and honey blackly stung.
The Deserted House
© Alfred Tennyson
Life and Thought have gone away
Side by side,
Leaving door and windows wide.
Careless tenants they!
The Ballad Of The Thoughtless Waiter
© Franklin Pierce Adams
I saw him lying cold and dead
Who yesterday was whole.
"Why," I inquired, "hath he expired?
And why hath fled his soul?
Bush Justice
© Charles Harpur
A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreams
Settled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,
Thou art not friendly sleep that hath delayed
© Adelaide Crapsey
The long night through and still at dawn doth keep
Estranged from eyes that very weariness
From "The Court Of Fancy"
© Thomas Godfrey
'T was sultry noon; impatient of the heat
I sought the covert of a close retreat:
On Seeing A Train Start For The Seaside
© Norman Rowland Gale
O might I leave this grassy place
For spreading foam about my feet!
The splendid spray upon my face,
The flying brine itself were sweet
If I might hear on Cromer beach
The freedom of Old Neptune's speech!
Sonnet LXXXVII: Death's Songsters
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
When first that horse, within whose populous womb
The birth was death, o'ershadowed Troy with fate,
Nature And Art. To My Friend Charles Booth Nettleton
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I.
THE young queen Nature, ever sweet and fair,
Assassins
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Assassins find accomplices. Man's merit
Has found him three, the hawk, the hound, the ferret.
The Dark Angel
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
DARK Angel, with thine aching lust
To rid the world of penitence:
Malicious Angel, who still dost
My soul such subtile violence!
One of the Has-beens
© Anonymous
Im one of the has-beens, a shearer I mean;
I once was a ringer and used to shear clean;
I could make the wool roll off like the soil from the plough,
But you may not believe me, because I cant do it now.
To A Baby Born Without Limbs
© Kingsley Amis
This is just to show you whose boss around here.
Itll keep you on your toes, so to speak,
Make you put your best foot forward, so to speak,
And give you something to turn your hand to, so to speak.
Earth's Secret
© George Meredith
Not solitarily in fields we find
Earth's secret open, though one page is there;
