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Sonnet IX: Can It Be Right to Give
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
To The Same (Amanda) With A Copy Of The 'Seasons'
© James Thomson
Accept, loved Nymph, this tribute due
To tender friendship, love, and you:
The True
© George MacDonald
Nay, nay, I envy not! And these are dreams,
Fancies and images of real heaven!
My longings, all my longing prayers are given
For that which is, and not for that which seems.
Draw me, O Lord, to thy true heaven above,
The Heaven of thy Thought, thy Rest, thy Love.
On Finding a Turtle Shell in Daniel Boone National Forest by Jeff Worley : American Life in Poetry #
© Ted Kooser
A poem is an experience like any other, and we can learn as much or more about, say, an apple from a poem about an apple as from the apple itself. Since I was a boy, I’ve been picking up things, but I’ve never found a turtle shell until I found one in this poem by Jeff Worley, who lives in Kentucky.
On Finding a Turtle Shell in Daniel Boone National Forest
This one got tired
Merry Stories And Funny Pictures
© Heinrich Hoffmann
When the children have been good,
That is, be it understood,
Good at meal-times, good at play,
Good all night and good all day
They shall have the pretty things
Merry Christmas always brings.
Unconquered
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,
However fierce is thy relentless hate
Over The Hills
© Edward Thomas
Often and often it came back again
To mind, the day I passed the horizon ridge
In The Bower
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE gusty and passionate March hath died;
And now in the golden April-tide
There sits in the shade of her jasmine bower
A maid more fair than an April flower.
A Bush Study, A La Watteau
© Arthur Patchett Martin
HE.
See the smoke-wreaths how they curl so lightly skyward
From the ivied cottage nestled in the trees:
Such a lovely spotI really feel that I would
Be happy there with children on my knees.
The Church Floore
© George Herbert
Mark you the floore? that square and speckled stone,
Which looks so firm and strong,
Is Patience:
"O sweet and fair! These words are mine to use"
© Lesbia Harford
O sweet and fair! These words are mine to use.
O sweet and fair! A year ago I'ld choose
Some better words of praise
Than sweet and fair.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67
© Alfred Tennyson
And then I know the mist is drawn
A lucid veil from coast to coast,
And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy tablet glimmers to the dawn.
Dedication--To My Wife
© William Ernest Henley
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
Lord Lundy II - Second Canto
© Hilaire Belloc
It happened to Lord Lundy then,
As happens to so many men:
"As in the dusty lane to fern or flower"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
As in the dusty lane to fern or flower,
Whose freshness in hot noon is dried and dead,
Sweet comes the dark with a full--falling shower,
And again breathes the new--washed, happy head:
Immortality
© Joseph Addison
O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright,
profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight,
Kaspar Hauser's Song
© Georg Trakl
He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,
The ways through the woods, the singing blackbird
And the joys of green.
