Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."

Elegy For Whatever Had A Pattern In It

© Larry Levis

Keep your eyes on him as he lifts & swings fifty-pound boxes of late
Elberta peaches up to me where I'm standing on a flatbed trailer & breathing in
Tractor exhaust so thick it bends the air, bends things seen through it

When You Know A Fellow

© Edgar Albert Guest

When you get to know a fellow, know his joys and know his cares,
When you've come to understand him and the burdens that he bears,
When you've learned the fight he's making and the troubles in his way,
Then you find that he is different than you thought him yesterday.
You find his faults are trivial and there's not so much to blame
In the brother that you jeered at when you only knew his name.

Looking Death In The face

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

He'll die with. A brave lad, and very like
His sister.
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Story Of Mrs. W-

© Dorothy Parker

My garden blossoms pink and white,
A place of decorous murmuring,
Where I am safe from August night
And cannot feel the knife of Spring.

A Paraphrase, Circa 1715

© Eugene Field

Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,
With such an eye and such an air,
What wonder that the world complains
When she each am'rous suit disdains?

The Victories Of Peace

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

1.
GONE is the tempest that clouded
The land with its dark desolation.
Out from the pall that enshrouded

Grandfather Squeers

"My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man,

As he solemnly lighted his pipe and began--

Was It A Sin?

Was it a sin no one was with us?
Our wedding such a lone affair?
A stork the only tree-top witness
Who from his nest returned our stare?

Prometheus

One after one the stars have risen and set,

Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:

An Epitaph

By ceaseless waves, that break and waste,
All human record is effaced:
Only our love in brief defence
Shall hold the billow in suspense.

The Four Seasons : Spring

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.