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Freshness Of Poetic Perception
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DAY followed day; years perish; still mine eyes
Are opened on the self-same round of space;
Yon fadeless forests in their Titan grace,
And the large splendors of those opulent skies.
The Romany Girl
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
The sun goes down, and with him takes
The coarseness of my poor attire;
The fair moon mounts, and aye the flame
Of Gypsy beauty blazes higher.
Sober Song by Barton Sutter: American Life in Poetry #6 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Rhyme has a way of lightening the spirit of a poem, and in this instance, the plural, spirits, is the appropriate word choice. Lots of readers can relate to "Sober Song," which originally appeared in North Dakota Quarterly. Barton Sutter is a Minnesota poet, essayist, and fiction writer who has won awards in all three genres.
Sober Song
Let us with a Gladsome Mind
© John Milton
Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is king,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Song. Translated From The German
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ah! grasp the dire dagger and couch the fell spear,
If vengeance and death to thy bosom be dear,
The dastard shall perish, deaths torment shall prove,
For fate and revenge are decreed from above.
Three-Legged Man
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well now friends you'll never guess it so I really must confess it
I just met the sweetest woman of my long dismal life.
But a friend of mine said, "Buddy, just in case your mind is muddy,
Don't you know that girl you're fooling with is Peg-Leg Johnson's wife.
My Mate Bill
© Anonymous
That's his saddle on the tie-beam,
And them's his spurs up there
On the wall-plate over yonder -
You ken see they ain't a pair.
The Wild Huntsman
© Sir Walter Scott
The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn,
To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo!
His fiery courser snuffs the morn,
And thronging serfs their lord pursue.
Sonnet - To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye,
Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree
May Asda (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger)
© George Borrow
May Asda is gone to the merry green wood;
Like flax was each tress on her temples that stood;
Her cheek like the rose-leaf that perfumes the air;
Her form, like the lily-stalk, graceful and fair:
Ad Sylonem. Ep. 104.
© Richard Lovelace
Aut sodes mihi redde decem sestertia, Sylo,
Deindo esto quam vis saevus et indomitus;
Aut si te nummi delectant, desine, quaeso,
Leno esse, atque idem saevus et indomitus.
In The Garden III: An Interior
© Edward Dowden
THE grass around my limbs is deep and sweet;
Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly,
Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain
© William Wordsworth
I
A TRAVELLER on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain
Father
© George MacDonald
Father, I cry to thee for bread
With hungred longing, eager prayer;
Thou hear'st, and givest me instead
More hunger and a half-despair.
Primacy Of Mind
© Alfred Austin
Above the glow of molten steel,
The roar of furnace, forge, and shed,
Protectress of the City's weal,
Now, Learning rears her loftier head;
Ecce Homo
© Charles Harpur
For the great precept of His Christianity
Was always, Live in charity; yea, live
To love and to forgive,
That so My spirit may through all humanity
Pass ever downward with a widening birth,
Till peace possess the earth.
An Apology Written For My Son To His Master
© Mary Barber
I beg your Scholar you'll excuse,
Who dares no more debase the Muse.
My Mother says, If e'er she hears,
I write again on worthless Peers,
Whether they're living Lords, or dead,
She'll box the Muse from out my Head.
