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To a Mountain Daisy

© Robert Burns

Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,
The bonie lark, companion meet,
Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet
Wi' spreck'd breast,
When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The purpling east.

Madmen

© Billy Collins

They say you can jinx a poem
if you talk about it before it is done.
If you let it out too early, they warn,
your poem will fly away,
and this time they are absolutely right.

Early Elegy: Headmistress

© Claudia Emerson

The word itself: prim, retired, its artifact

her portrait above the fireplace, on her face

This seablue fir that rode the mountain storm
Is swaddled here in splints of tin to die.
Sofas around in chubby velvet swarm;
Onlooking cabinets glitter with flat eye;
Here lacquer in the branches runs like rain
And resin of treasure starts from every vein.

Wild With All Regrets

© Wilfred Owen

Which I shan't manage now. Unless it's yours.
I shall stay in you, friend, for some few hours.
You'll feel my heavy spirit chill your chest,
And climb your throat on sobs, until it's chased
On sighs, and wiped from off your lips by wind.

Because of this Modest Style

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

May you be blessed, modest, magnificent;
you have possessed the highest summit of my heart,
you who are at once the artist
of lowly and most lofty things, who bear in your hands
my life as if it was your work of art!

Fanny

© John Betjeman

Part Four of “Pro Femina”

At Samoa, hardly unpacked, I commenced planting,

Remarks Of Increase D. O'phace, Esquire

© James Russell Lowell

At An Extrumpery Caucus In State Street, Reported By Mr. H. Biglow

No? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin him?

Verses On Rome

© Frances Anne Kemble

O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee,

Shall not forget the bitterest private grief

Answer To Some Elegant Verses Sent By A Friend To The Author, Complaining That One Of His Descriptio

© George Gordon Byron

'But if any old lady, knight, priest or physician
Should condemn me for printing a second edition;
If good Madam Squintum my work should abuse,
May I venture to give her a smack of my muse?'~New Bath Guide.

An Excelente Balade of Charitie

© Thomas Chatterton

In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene,

And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie;

Magna Charta

© Marriott Edgar

I'll tell of the Magna Charter
As were signed at the Barons' command
On Runningmead Island in t' middle of t' Thames
By King John, as were known as "Lack Land."

For Una

I built her a tower when I was young—
Sometime she will die—
I built it with my hands, I hung
Stones in the sky.

The Bee's Song

Can you read the song
Of the suppliant bee?
'Tis a poet's soul,
Asking liberty.

The Poster-Girl after Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The blessed Poster-girl leaned out
From a pinky-purple heaven;
One eye was red and one was green;
Her bang was cut uneven;
She had three fingers on her hand,
And the hairs on her head were seven.