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The Fourth Of August
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Now in thy splendour go before us.
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed,
Enkindle this dear earth that bore us
In the hour of peril purified.
They Sit Together on the Porch by Wendell Berry: American Life in Poetry #68 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet L
© Ted Kooser
Here is a marvelous little poem about a long marriage by the Kentucky poet, Wendell Berry. It's about a couple resigned to and comfortable with their routines. It is written in language as clear and simple as its subject. As close together as these two people have grown, as much alike as they have become, there is always the chance of the one, unpredictable, small moment of independence. Who will be the first to say goodnight?
They Sit Together on the Porch
To Virgil
© Alfred Tennyson
Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, Rome arising,
wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;
The Domain
© John Le Gay Brereton
The bulging cloud mounts lazily
In shade where sunlight glances through,
And sweeping lightly from the tree
Melts indolently in the blue.
To A Little Charmer
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Come kiss me, little Charmer,
Nor suppose a kiss can harm you;
The Kind Ghosts
© Wilfred Owen
She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
On The Vowels
© Jonathan Swift
We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us in glass is set,
One of us you'll find in jet.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
So I, I am ashamed of my old life,
Here in this saintly presence of days gone,
Ashamed of my weak heart's unmeaning strife,
Its loves, its lusts, its battles lost and won,
Clearance Sale
© Arthur Rimbaud
For what the Jews have not sold,
what neither nobility nor crime have tasted,
what is unknown to monstrous love
and to the infernal probity of the masses!
Let Us Be Drunk
© William Ernest Henley
Let us be drunk, and for a while forget,
Forget, and, ceasing even from regret,
Live without reason and despite of rhyme,
As in a dream preposterous and sublime,
Where place and hour and means for once are met.
Eclogue:Composed at Cannes, December 9th, 1867
© Edward Lear
J--See Catherine comes! To her, to her,
Let each his several miseries refer;
She shall decide whose woes are least or worst,
And which, as growler, shall rank last or first.
The Right Thing
© Theodore Roethke
Let others probe the mystery if they can.
Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will-
The right thing happens to the happy man.
The Cornet
© Conrad Aiken
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer,
With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young,
He suddenly lost his leader, and all the players,
And only heard an immortal music sung,-
"Long Time A Child . . . "
© Hartley Coleridge
LONG time a child, and still a child, when years
Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I, -
The Crows kept flying Up
© Anonymous
The crows kept flyin' up, boys,
The crows kept flyin' up.
The dog he seen and whimpered, boys,
Though he was but a pup.
Lost and Found
© Julia A Moore
In a southern city lived a wealthy family;
In a southern city was the happy home
Of a father and mother and a little daughter.
In peace and contentment they lived alone.
No Life Vain
© Hartley Coleridge
LET me not deem that I was made in vain,
Or that my being was an accident,
Through The Looking Glass: Epilogue
© Lewis Carroll
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July -
