Pet poems
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The Season
© Alfred Austin
So sings the river through the summer days,
And I, submissive, follow what I praise.
What if my boyish blood would rather stay
Where lawns invite, where bonnibels delay,
Though but a youth and not averse from these,
To conflict called, I abdicate my ease,
Riders Of The Stars
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Twenty abreast down the golden street, ten thousand riders marched;
Bow-legged boys in their swinging chaps, all clumsily keeping time;
And the Angel Host to the lone, last ghost their delicate eyebrows arched
As the swaggering sons of the open range drew up to the Throne Sublime.
The Day undressed—Herself
© Emily Dickinson
The Day undressed-Herself-
Her Garter-was of Gold-
Her Petticoat-of Purple plain-
Her Dimities-as old
Elegy With A Bridle In Its Hand
© Larry Levis
One was a bay cowhorse from Piedra & the other was a washed out palomino
And both stood at the rail of the corral & both went on aging
In each effortless tail swish, the flies rising, then congregating again
Amours De Voyage, Canto V
© Arthur Hugh Clough
Pisa, they say they think, and so I follow to Pisa,
Hither and thither inquiring. I weary of making inquiries.
I am ashamed, I declare, of asking people about it.-
Who are your friends? You said you had friends who would certainly know them.
Negro Heroines
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Down in history we find it and in grandest works of art,
How the men on fields of battle play so well the soldier's part,
But I come to tell the story of relief from care and pain
Rendered them by Negro women in the Cuban War with Spain.
Sea Surface Full Of Clouds
© Wallace Stevens
In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And in the morning summer hued the deck
Take Home A Smile
© Edgar Albert Guest
Take home a smile; forget the petty cares,
The dull, grim grind of all the day's affairs;
The day is done, come be yourself awhile:
To-night, to those who wait, take home a smile.
The Birth Of Flattery
© George Crabbe
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could sing
The passions all, their bearings and their ties;
A Letter From Peking
© Harriet Monroe
October I5th, 1910.
My friend, dear friend, why should I hear your voice
An Irish Mother
© William Percy French
Great wages men is givin'
In the land beyant the say,
But 'tis lonely lonely livin'
Whin the childher is away.
Rome
© Arthur Symons
A high and naked square, a lonely palm;
Columns thrown down, a high and lonely tower;
Paradise Lost : Book IX.
© John Milton
No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
To W. Hohenzollern, On Discontinuing The Conning Tower
© Franklin Pierce Adams
William, it was, I think, three years ago-
As I recall, one cool October morning-
(You have The Tribune files; I think they'll show
I gave you warning).
"The love I look for"
© Lesbia Harford
The love I look for
Could not come from you.
My mind is set to fall
At Peterloo.
Limited Liability
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Some seven men form an Association
(If possible, all Peers and Baronets),
