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Ballade un peu banale
© Arthur James Marshall Smith
The bellow of good Master Bull Astoundeth gentil CowThat standeth in the meadow cool Where cuckoo singeth now.
Astrophel and Stella: 76
© Sir Philip Sidney
She comes, and streight therewith her shining twins do moue,Their rayes to me, who in her tedious absence layBenighted in cold wo, but now appeares my day,The only light of joy, the only warmth of Loue
Dream Song 21: Some good people, daring and subtle voices
© John Berryman
Some good people, daring & subtle voices
and their tense faces, as I think of it
I see sank underground.
I see. My radar digs. I do not dig.
Cool their flushing blood, them eyes is shut—
eyes?
Shakespeare's Sonnets: The little love-god lying once asleep
© William Shakespeare
The little love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brandWhil'st many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keepCame tripping by, but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fire,Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd,And so the general of hot desireWas sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd
A Midsummer Night's Dream (excerpts): Lovers and mad men have such seething brains
© William Shakespeare
Lovers and mad men have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend moreThan cool reason ever comprehends
Paradise Lost
© Scott Francis Reginald
Before any tree grewOn the ground,Or clip of bird wingMade sound,
All the Spikes But the Last
© Scott Francis Reginald
Where are the coolies in your poem, Ned?Where are the thousands from China who swung their picks with bare hands at forty below?
Buried Life, The
© Matthew Arnold
Ah! well for us, if even we,
Even for a moment, can get free
Our heart, and have our lips unchain'd;
For that which seals them hath been deep-ordain'd!
An Epitaph for a Husbandman
© Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
He who would start and rise Before the crowing cocks, --No more he lifts his eyes, Whoever knocks.
Cool Pastoral on Bloor Street
© Reibetanz John
I. Consider the tragic fortitude of mannikins, the courage it takes under casual poses to do nothing interminably each day.
A Chest of Angels
© Reibetanz John
'I have always felt that desolation,that hell itself, is most powerfully expressedin an uninhabited natural landscapeat its bleakest.' - Anthony Hecht
An Essay on Man: Epistle III
© Alexander Pope
Here then we rest: "The Universal CauseActs to one end, but acts by various laws
Requiem
© Phillimore John Swinnerton
Brother, we do not lay you down so deep But we ourselves shall overtake you soon:We dream a little longer, while you sleep; And sleep than dreaming, yours the better boon.
Bleinheim, a Poem
© Philips John
From low and abject themes the grov'ling museNow mounts aërial, to sing of armsTriumphant, and emblaze the martial actsOf Britain's hero; may the verse not sinkBeneath his merits, but detain a whileThy ear, O Harley, (though thy country's wealDepends on thee, though mighty Anne requiresThy hourly counsels) since with ev'ry artThy self adorn'd, the mean essays of youthThou wilt not damp, but guide, wherever found,The willing genius to the muses' seat:Therefore thee first, and last, the muse shall sing
