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To A Lady

© Franklin Pierce Adams

Ah, Lady, if these verses glowed
Warmer than chill appreciation--
If they should lengthen to an "Ode
On Fascination--"

The Ring And The Book - Chapter XII - The Book And The Ring

© Robert Browning

HERE were the end, had anything an end:

Thus, lit and launched, up and up roared and soared

Dream-March

© James Whitcomb Riley

_Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!
_Where go the children, travelling ahead_?
_Some go to kindergarten; some go to day-school_;
_Some go to night-school; and some go to bed_!

The Shepherds Calendar - July

© John Clare

Daughter of pastoral smells and sights
And sultry days and dewy nights
July resumes her yearly place
Wi her milking maiden face

Sonnet : To Eva

© Sylvia Plath

All right, let's say you could take a skull and break it
The way you'd crack a clock; you'd crush the bone
Between steel palms of inclination, take it,
Observing the wreck of metal and rare stone.

In May

© Madison Julius Cawein

I

When you and I in the hills went Maying,

IN the hush of April weather,
With the bees in budding heather,
And the white clouds floating, floating, and the sunshine falling broad;
While my children down the hill
Run and leap, and I sit still,--
Through the silence, through the silence art Thou calling, O my God?

Foreshadowings

© Henry Kendall

FIFTEEN miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand,

Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native land!

Inconstancy

© Abraham Cowley

FIVE years ago (says Story) I lov'd you,

For which you call me most inconstant now;

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January

© George MacDonald

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LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,

The Ballad Of The Emeu

© Francis Bret Harte

Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green--
So charming and rurally true--
A singular bird, with a manner absurd,
Which they call the Australian Emeu?
Have you
Ever seen this Australian Emeu?

Christmas

© John Clare

Christmas is come and every hearth

Makes room to give him welcome now

Two Pictures

© Roderic Quinn

WE sat by an open window
And hearkened the sounds outside
The call of a lonely night-bird,
And the croon of a making tide.

Young September

With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing,
September led me along the land;
Where the golden-rod and lobelia, glowing,
Seemed burning torches within her hand.
And faint as the thistle's or milk-weed's feather
I glimpsed her form through the sparkling weather.

Reynard The Fox - Part 2

Down in the village men awoke,
The chimneys breathed with a faint blue smoke;
The fox slept on, though tweaks and twitches,
Due to his dreams, ran down his flitches.

A weathered skeleton

© Matsuo Basho

A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife

A Sonnet Occasioned by the Bad Weather Which Hindered the Sports at New-Market in January, 1616

The earth ore-covered with a sheet of snow,
Refuses food to fowl, to bird, and beast;
The chilling cold lets every thing to grow,
And surfeits cattle with a starving feast.
Curs'd be that love and mought continue short,
Which kills all creatures, and doth spoil our sport.