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The Discipline Of Wisdom
© George Meredith
Rich labour is the struggle to be wise,
While we make sure the struggle cannot cease.
Earl Rodericks Bride
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
It was the Black Earl Roderick
Who rode towards the south;
Song Of The Sirens
© Arthur Symons
Our breasts are cold, salt are our kisses,
Your blood shall whiten in our sea-blisses;
Womanhood.
© Robert Crawford
She feels the world, it touches her
Like a weird thing she needs must know,
While all her fears and fancies stir
As in a death-dream long ago.
Corydon: A Pastoral
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Nay, a simple swain
That tends his flock on yonder plain,
Naught else, I swear by book and bell.
But she that passed, you marked her well.
Was she not smooth as any be
That dwell herein in Arcady?
XXX - C'est vrai, j'aime Paris
© François Coppée
C'est vrai, j'aime Paris d'une amitié malsaine;
J'ai partout le regret des vieux bords de la Seine
Devant la vaste mer, devant les pics neigeux,
Je rêve d'un faubourg plein d'enfants et de jeux.
"To look across at Moira gives me pleasure"
© Lesbia Harford
To look across at Moira gives me pleasure.
She has a red tape measure.
Her dress is black and all the workroom's dreary,
And I am weary.
The Cottage
© Jones Very
The house my earthly parent left
My heavenly parent still throws down,
For 'tis of air and sun bereft,
Nor stars its roof with beauty crown.
Slow and Reluctant Was the Long Descent
© George Santayana
Slow and reluctant was the long descent,
With many farewell pious looks behind,
Menuet
© François Coppée
Marquise, vous souvenez-vous
Du menuet que nous dansâmes ?
Il était discret, noble et doux
Comme l'accord de nos deux âmes.
The Fairy Pendant
© William Butler Yeats
All: Come away while the moon's in the woodland,
We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
Though youngest of all in our good band,
You are wasting away, little fairy.
The Troubadour
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE wind blows salt from off the sea
And sweet from where the land lies green;
I travel down the great highway
That runs so straight and white between--
I watch the sea-wind strain the sheet,
The land-wind toss the yellow wheat!
In the Height of Fashion
© Henry Lawson
SO at last a toll theyll levy
For the passing fool who sings
The Key (A Moorish Romance)
© Thomas Hood
"On the east coast, towards Tunis, the Moors still preserve the key of their ancestors' houses in Spain; to which country they still express the hopes of one day returning and again planting the crescent on the ancient walls of the Alhambra."Scott's Travels in Morocco and Algiers.
"Is Spain cloven in such a manner as to want closing?" Sancho Panza in Don Quixote
The Moor leans on his cushion,
On fidelity
© Ovid
I don't ask you to be faithful - you're beautiful, after all -
but just that I be spared the pain of knowing.
Eva Gray
© Charles Harpur
PALER, paler, day by day,
Waxeth wordless Eva Gray,
Wasting through the heart away!
Who does she think she is....
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I asked the Zebra:
Are you black with white stripes?
The Fourth Olympic Ode Of Pindar
© Henry James Pye
To Psaumis of Camarina, on his Victory in the Chariot Race. ARGUMENT. The Poet, after an invocation to Jupiter, extols Psaumis for his Victory in the Chariot Race, and for his desire to honor his country. From thence he takes occasion to praise him for his skill in managing horses, his hospitality, and his love of peace; and, mentioning the history of Erginus, excuses the early whiteness of his hair.
STROPHE.
A Cloud In Trousers - epilogue
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
Your thoughts,
dreaming on a softened brain,
like an over-fed lackey on a greasy settee,
with my heart's bloody tatters I'll mock again;
impudent and caustic, I'll jeer to superfluity.
Catching the Moles by Judith Kitchen: American Life in Poetry #106 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
By describing the relocation of the moles which ravaged her yard, Washington poet Judith Kitchen presents an experience that resonates beyond the simple details, and suggests that children can learn important lessons through observation of the natural world.
Catching the Moles
First we tamp down the ridges
that criss-cross the yard
