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On Ettrick Forest's Mountains Dun {Life In The Forest}
© Sir Walter Scott
On Ettrick Forest's mountains dun
'Tis blithe to hear the sportsman's gun,
First Evening (Première Soirée)
© Arthur Rimbaud
Her clothes were almost off;
Outside, a curious tree
Beat a branch at the window
To see what it could see.
The Two Dreams
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I MET one in the Land of Sleep
Who seemed a friend long known and true.
I woke. That friend I could not keep
For him I never knew.
Sonnet LXXVIII: Body's Beauty
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told
(The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,)
Written in July
© Samuel Rogers
Grey, thou hast served, and well, the sacred Cause
That Hampden, Sydney died for. Thou hast stood,
Watching
© Henry Kendall
Like a beautiful face looking ever at me
A pure bright moon cometh over the sea;
"What were the good of stars if none looked on them"
© Lesbia Harford
What were the good of stars if none looked on them
But mariners, astronomers and such!
The sun and moon and stars were made for lovers.
I know that much.
America
© Edgar Lee Masters
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye --
Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears--
Thou of the strong white hands with fingers dipped in the dye
Of the blood that quickened the fathers of thee, in the ancient years,
His Wedded Wife
© Rudyard Kipling
Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each
Will turn upon his neighbour anxious eyes
Asking: "Art thou the man?" We hunted Cain
Some centuries ago across the world.
This bred the fear our own misdeeds maintain
To-day.
Kissing a Horse by Robert Wrigley: American Life in Poetry #98 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Reprinted from Earthly Meditations: New and Selected Poems, published in 2006 by Penguin. Copyright © Robert Wrigley, 2006, and reprinted by permission of the author. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
Romance
© Arthur Rimbaud
When you are seventeen you aren't really serious.
- One fine evening, you've had enough of beer and lemonade,
And the rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights!
- You go walking beneath the green lime trees of the promenade.
Astrophel And Stella-Sixth Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh you thathear this voice,
Oh you that see this face,
Say whether of the choice
Deserves the former place:
Fear not to judge this 'bate,
For it is void of hate.
The Mourner
© George Crabbe
He had his wish, had more; I will not paint
The lovers' meeting: she beheld him faint, -
With tender fears, she took a nearer view,
Her terrors doubling as her hopes withdrew;
He tried to smile, and, half succeeding, said,
"Yes! I must die," and hope for ever fled.
Let's Voyage Into The New American House
© Richard Brautigan
There are doors
that want to be free
from their hinges to
fly with perfect clouds.
The Heir Of Lynne
© Andrew Lang
Of all the lords in faire Scotland
A song I will begin:
Amongst them all dwelled a lord
Which was the unthrifty Lord of Lynne.
A Convalescin' Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things,
An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings;
The Prayer Of Agassiz
© John Greenleaf Whittier
On the isle of Penikese,
Ringed about by sapphire seas,
Some Of Farmer Stebbin's Opinions
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style,
(Nor none ov my relations)
On The Death of A Certain Journal
© Charles Kingsley
So die, thou child of stormy dawn,
Thou winter flower, forlorn of nurse;
Chilled early by the bigot's curse,
The pedant's frown, the worldling's yawn.
