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Songs Set To Music: 18. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Since we your husband daily see
So jealous out of season,
Phillis, let you and I agree
To make him so with reason.
Dancing Adairs
© Conrad Aiken
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel,
Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
And into the shadow again, without a whisper!-
Firefly's my name, I am evanescent.
Sed Non Satiata (Unslakeable Lust)
© Charles Baudelaire
Bizarre déité, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum mélangé de musc et de havane,
Oeuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
Sorcière au flanc d'ébène, enfant des noirs minuits,
The garden scatters burnt-up beetles...
© Boris Pasternak
The garden scatters burnt-up beetles
Like brazen ash, from braziers burst.
I witness, by my lighted candle,
A newly blossomed universe.
Little Girls Must Not Fret
© Ann Taylor
WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?
Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
Therelay down your head on my bosomthat's right,
And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night.
pata-pata buta-buta hal hamara
© Meer Taqi Meer
rakhnon se diwar-e-chaman k munh ko le hai chipa ya'ani
un surakhon k tuk rahne ko sau ka nazara jane hai
Epigram IV: Circumstance
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
From the Greek.
A man who was about to hang himself,
Finding a purse, then threw away his rope;
The owner, coming to reclaim his pelf,
Songs Set To Music: 5. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Let perjured fair Amynta know
What for her sake I undergo;
Tell her, for her how I sustain
A lingering fever's wasting pain;
Tell her the torments I endure,
Which only, only she can cure.
The Progress Of The Rose
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The days of old, the good old days,
Whose misty memories haunt us still,
Demand alike our blame and praise,
And claim their shares of good and ill.
Madness
© George Borrow
What darkens, what darkens?t is heavens high roof:
What lightens?t is Hecklas flame, shooting aloof:
An Apology For My Son To His Master, For Not Bringing An Exercise On The Coronation Day.
© Mary Barber
Why are we Scholars plagu'd to write,
On Days devoted to Delight?
In Honour of the King, I'd play
Upon his Coronation Day:
But as for Loyalty in Rhyme,
Defer that to another Time.
Zoo-Keeper's Wife
© Sylvia Plath
I can stay awake all night, if need be ---
Cold as an eel, without eyelids.
Like a dead lake the dark envelops me,
Blueblack, a spectacular plum fruit.
The Lily Of The Valley
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
SWEETEST of the flowers a-blooming
In the fragrant vernal days
Tired
© Ada Cambridge
O for wings! that I might soar
A little way above the floor,
A little way beyond the roar-
Stroke A Flint
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire:
Strike a flint, and forthwith flash out sparks of fire.
Some Boys are Born to Wander by Walter McDonald: American Life in Poetry #48 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet L
© Ted Kooser
Every parent can tell a score of tales about the difficulties of raising children, and then of the difficulties in letting go of them. Here the Texas poet, Walt McDonald, shares just such a story.
Some Boys are Born to Wander
From Michigan our son writes, How many elk?
How many big horn sheep? It's spring,
and soon they'll be gone above timberline,
Summum Bonum
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Thanks to His love let earth and man dispense
In smoke of worship when the heart is stillest,
A praying more than prayer: "Great good have I,
Till it be greater good to lay it by;
Nor can I lose peace, power, permanence,
For these smile on me from the thing Thou willest!"
Cicely Bathing
© Norman Rowland Gale
The brook told the dove
And the dove told me
That Cicely's bathing at the pool
With other virgins three.
