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Not far from here, it lies beyond
That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take
This unused lane where brambles make
A wall of twilight, and the blond
Brier-roses pelt the path and flake
The margin waters of a pond.

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XX

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

ON FALLING ILL THROUGH GRIEF
Truce to thee, Soul! I have a debt to pay,
Which I acknowledge and without thy pleading.
I like thee little that thou barrest my way

Tale II

© George Crabbe

frame.
Yes! old and grieved, and trembling with decay,
Was Allen landing in his native bay,
Willing his breathless form should blend with

Sordello: Book the Sixth

© Robert Browning

The thought of Eglamor's least like a thought,

And yet a false one, was, "Man shrinks to nought

The Alleys

© Henry Lawson

I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,

I was petted in a garden and my triumph was complete.

What I Learned From My Mother by Julia Kasdorf: American Life in Poetry #60 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet La

© Ted Kooser

Most of us have taken at least a moment or two to reflect upon what we have learned from our mothers. Through a catalog of meaningful actions that range from spiritual to domestic, Pennsylvanian Julia Kasdorf evokes the imprint of her mother's life on her own. As the poem closes, the speaker invites us to learn these actions of compassion.

To The Irish Delegates

© Henry Lawson

FAREWELL! The gold we send shall be a token
Of that which in our hearts is growing strong;
You asked our sympathy, and we have spoken
They wrong us who our brothers rob and wrong.

On The Sands.

© Arthur Henry Adams

ALL the air was tranced and the sea was stilled,
And we stood and dreamed of a world to be.
When it seemed to me that our souls were thrilled
With a sudden sympathy.

Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 2

© Christopher Smart

LET PETER rejoice with the MOON FISH who keeps up the life in the waters by night.

Let Andrew rejoice with the Whale, who is array'd in beauteous blue and is a combination of bulk and activity.

Book Of Suleika - Suleika 04

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,

I thy meaning have descried!

Table Talk

© William Cowper

A. You told me, I remember, glory, built

On selfish principles, is shame and guilt;

Ode To Joy -- With Translation

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Was den grossen Ring bewohnet,
Huldige der Sympathie!
Zu den Sternen leitet sie,
Wo der Unbekannte thronet.

To Robert Burns

© James Whitcomb Riley

Sweet Singer that I loe the maist
O' ony, sin' wi' eager haste
I smacket bairn-lips ower the taste
O' hinnied sang,
I hail thee, though a blessed ghaist
In Heaven lang!

Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle

© William Wordsworth

Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.

In Memoriam XXX

With trembling fingers did we weave

The holly round the Christmas hearth;

Poems Of Joys

© Walt Whitman

O to make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.

Story Of Mrs. W-

My garden blossoms pink and white,
A place of decorous murmuring,
Where I am safe from August night
And cannot feel the knife of Spring.

The Four Seasons : Spring

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.