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Italy : 6. Jorasse
© Samuel Rogers
Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year;
Graceful and active as a stag just roused;
Gentle withal, and pleasant in his speech,
Yet seldom seen to smile. He had grown up
God's Rest.
© Robert Crawford
I saw God in a dream go by,
As if He trod the phantom air
Within a hushed eternity,
Dead worlds around Him everywhere.
Hyperion
© Stefan Anton George
I journeyed home: such flood of blossoms never
Had welcomed me… a throbbing in the field
The Saddest Hour
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The saddest hour of anguish and of loss
Is not that season of supreme despair
When we can find no least light anywhere
To gild the dread, black shadow of the Cross;
Childhood
© William Barnes
Aye, at that time our days wer but vew,
An' our lim's wer but small, an' a-growèn;
The Tie
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Coloured like Atlantic wave
To whose curve the bright air gave
Splendour, and the unfathomed blue
Mystery of nameless hue;
Heine In Paris
© Kenneth Slessor
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;
The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,
Streams in the glass. Outside, ten thousand chimneys fume,
Looping the weather-birds with rings of gold;
To Newcastle
© Dorothy Parker
I met a man the other day-
A kindly man, and serious-
Who viewed me in a thoughtful way,
And spoke me so, and spoke me thus:
Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England, Novem. 6, 1657.
© Anne Bradstreet
Thou mighty God of Sea and Land,
I here resigne into thy hand
The Grey Hair
© Yehudah HaLevi
One day I observed a grey hair in my head;
I plucked it right out, when it thus to me said:
"You may smile, if you wish, at your treatment of me,
But a score of my friends soon will make a mockery of you."
I Call That True Love
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
You gotta wake up every mornin', tip toe in the
kitchen cook me great T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go down the street and hustle
bring me back all the money you make
The Starling
© Steen Steensen Blicher
Ah starling! Most welcome, you bird of good cheer!
Are we to have all your pranks again here?
The Triumph of Dead : Chap. 2
© Mary Sidney Herbert
That night, which did the dreadful hap ensue
That quite eclips'd, nay, rather did replace
Apology
© William Carlos Williams
The beauty of
the terrible faces
of our nonentites
stirs me to it:
A Serpent-Face
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
His face was like a snake's -- wrinkled and loose
And withered--
Limerick: There was an old person of Nice
© Edward Lear
There was an old person of Nice,
Whose associates were usually Geese.
They walked out together,
in all sorts of weather.
That affable person of Nice!
Glee
© George Borrow
Roseate colours on heavens high arch
Are beginning to mix with the blue and the gray,
Limerick: There was an Old Man of Vienna
© Edward Lear
There was an Old Man of Vienna,
Who lived upon Tincture of Senna;
When that did not agree,
He took Camomile Tea,
That nasty Old Man of Vienna.
The Black Horse Rider
© Pierre Loving
With hoof on flint and flint
the black horse
rides: black wind, black
against fire.
