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Being Treated. To Ellinda
© Richard Lovelace
For cherries plenty, and for corans
Enough for fifty, were there more on's;
For elles of beere, flutes of canary,
That well did wash downe pasties-Mary;
After A Parting
© Alice Meynell
Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee;
I never name thee even.
But how shall I learn virtues and yet shun thee?
For thou art so near Heaven
That Heavenward meditations pause upon thee.
Jerry
© Carl Sandburg
Six years I worked in a knitting mill at a machine
And then I married Jerry, the iceman, for a change.
On The Moon
© Jonathan Swift
I with borrow'd silver shine
What you see is none of mine.
First I show you but a quarter,
Like the bow that guards the Tartar:
Then the half, and then the whole,
Ever dancing round the pole.
Spiritual Love
© Alfred Austin
Could you but give me all that I desire,
I should be richer, and you no more poor,
November, 1806
© William Wordsworth
Another year!-another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
Forms Of Prayer To Be Used At Sea
© John Keble
The shower of moonlight falls as still and clear
Upon this desert main
The Mystic's Vision
© Mathilde Blind
Ah! I shall kill myself with dreams!
These dreams that softly lap me round
Through trance-like hours in which meseems
That I am swallowed up and drowned;
Drowned in your love, which flows o'er me
As o'er the seaweed flows the sea.
Fragments
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Or rather to behold her when
She plies for me the unresting pen,
And when the loud assault of squalls
Resounds upon the roof and walls,
And the low thunder growls and I
Raise my dictating voice on high.
Der Donner
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Es donnert!--Freunde, lasst uns trinken!
Der Frevler und der Heuchler Heer
Olney Hymn 56: Hatred Of Sin
© William Cowper
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth,
Nor dare Thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
I've Seen Again The One Child
© Paul Verlaine
I've seen again the One child: verily,
I felt the last wound open in my breast,
The last, whose perfect torture doth attest
That on some happy day I too shall die!
Craigieburn Wood
© Robert Burns
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakens the morrow,
But a' the pride o' spring's return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
On The Cliff-Top
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
FACE upward to the sky
Quiet I lie:
Quiet as if the finger of God's will
Had bade this human mechanism "be still!"
And sent the intangible essence, this strange I,
All wondering forth to His eternity.
The World Is Blue As An Orange
© Paul Eluard
The world is blue as an orange
No error the words do not lie
A Woman's Farewell.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SO with this farewell kiss I taste at last
The all of life; the Future and the Past
Upon your dear lips dwell.
Love will not come again, though I implore;
A Small Moment by Cornelius Eady: American Life in Poetry #197 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
I suspect that one thing some people have against reading poems is that they are so often so serious, so devoid of joy, as if we poets spend all our time brooding about mutability and death and never having any fun. Here Cornelius Eady, who lives and teaches in Indiana, offers us a poem of pure pleasure.
