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The Valley Of Dry Bones
© Ambrose Bierce
And that ornithanthropical person tried
By flapping his arms on the air to ride;
But I knew by the way that he clacked his bill
He was just the poor, featherless biped, Dave Hill.
Modern Elfland
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
I clad myself in ragged things,
I set a feather in my cap
That fell out of an angel's wings.
Chomei At Toyama
© Basil Bunting
Swirl sleeping in the waterfall!
On motionless pools scum appearing
disappearing!
Sonnet II: Go, Wailing Verse
© Samuel Daniel
Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love,
Minerva-like, brought forth without a Mother:
Die Unbekannte
© Heinrich Heine
My golden-haired beauty,
Im always sure of seeing,
In the Tuileries Gardens,
Under the chestnut trees.
Honour
© Ada Cambridge
But let me fall not in mine own esteem,
By poor deceit or selfish greed debased.
Let me be clean from secret stain and shame,
Know myself true, though false as hell I seem -
Know myself worthy, howsoe'er disgraced -
Know myself right, though every tongue should blame.
Sonnet VII
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee--
That entire death shall null my entire thought;
The Coming Of War
© Leon Gellert
Strong from the hills it comes, and flowing
rivers;
Swift from the waters of the rising seas;
Swift on the chilling heart that waits and quivers
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 01
© Torquato Tasso
THE ARGUMENT.
The camp at great Jerusalem arrives:
To Robert Burns
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sweet Singer that I loe the maist
O' ony, sin' wi' eager haste
I smacket bairn-lips ower the taste
O' hinnied sang,
I hail thee, though a blessed ghaist
In Heaven lang!
To Leslie
© Lesbia Harford
Across the sea
Come homeward ships
With freight of boys.
And still must we
Forgo the joys
Of meeting lips.
Ballade Des Pendus
© Theodore de Banville
Prince, where leaves murmur of the May,
A tree of bitter clusters grows;
The bodies of men dead are they!
_This is King Louis's orchard close_!
The Heart Breaking
© Abraham Cowley
It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for 't was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.
In Nineveh.
© Robert Crawford
As he of Joppa sought to 'scape
The utterance of the given word,
And dared to get him from the Lord
In a ship down to Tarshish, know
The Bonie Wee Thing
© Robert Burns
Wishfully I look and languish
In that bonie face o' thine,
And my heart it sounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
The Secret Sits
© Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
Temper Of Time
© Sylvia Plath
An ill wind is stalking
While evil stars whir
And all the gold apples
Go bad to the core.
Quintetto
© Thomas Love Peacock
Jack Horner's CHRISTMAS PIE my learned nurse
Interpreted to mean the public purse.
From thence a plum he drew. O happy Horner!
Who would not be ensconced in thy snug corner
The Skeleton Witness
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ROOTED in soil dull as a dead man's eye,
Dank with decay, yon ghastly oak aspires,
As if in mockery, to the alien sky,
Frowning afar through clouded sunset fires.
