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The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,
In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-door
And one leaf of the kitchen-table, was
Somewhat belated, and in lifted pause
His dextrous knife was balancing a bit
Of fried mush near the port awaiting it.

To Wordsworth

© Hartley Coleridge

THERE have been poets that in verse display

The elemental forms of human passions;

The Kalevala - Rune XXVII

© Elias Lönnrot

THE UNWELCOME GUEST.

Illicit

© Conrad Aiken

Of what she said to me that nightno matter.

The strange thing came next day.

In Plaster

© Sylvia Plath

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now:

This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one,

Queen Mab: Part VIII.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

THE FAIRY
'The present and the past thou hast beheld.
It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn,
The secrets of the future--Time!

Sumner

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O Mother State! the winds of March
Blew chill o'er Auburn's Field of God,
Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch
Of sky, thy mourning children trod.

Give Your Heart To The Hawks

© Robinson Jeffers

I

The apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

Geraint And Enid

© Alfred Tennyson

Then Enid pondered in her heart, and said:
'I will go back a little to my lord,
And I will tell him all their caitiff talk;
For, be he wroth even to slaying me,
Far liefer by his dear hand had I die,
Than that my lord should suffer loss or shame.'

The Lady of the Lake: Canto VI. - The Guardroom

© Sir Walter Scott

Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule
Laid a swinging long curse on the bonny brown bowl,
That there 's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack,
And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack;
Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor,
Drink upsees out, and a fig for the vicar!

April

© Archibald Lampman

Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense,

Still priestess of the patient middle day,

"Love, Dearest Lady, Such As I Would Speak"

© Thomas Hood

Love, dearest Lady, such as I would speak,
Lives not within the humor of the eye;
Not being but an outward phantasy,
That skims the surface of a tinted cheek,

To Rosemary, On The Methods By Which She Might Become An Angel

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Not where the sober sisters, grave as willows,
Walk like old twilights by the jasper sea,
Nor where the plump hunt of cherubs holly-hilloes
Chasing their ruddy fox, the sun, you'll be!

The Kalevala - Rune XXXIII

KULLERVO AND THE CHEAT-CAKE.

University

© Karl Shapiro

To hurt the Negro and avoid the Jew

Is the curriculum. In mid-September

The Spagnoletto. Act I

© Emma Lazarus

SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
fifth act, in Palermo. Time, about 1655.

Abraham Davenport

'T was on a May-day of the far old year
Seventeen hundred eighty, that there fell
Over the bloom and sweet life of the Spring,
Over the fresh earth and the heaven of noon,
A horror of great darkness, like the night
In day of which the Norland sagas tell,--