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For perfect love is like a fair green plant,
That fades not with its blossoms, but lives on,
And gentle lovers shall not come to want,
Though fancy with its first mad dream be gone;
Sweet is the flower, whose radiant glory flies,
But sweeter still the green that never dies.

Turn O The Tide

© Henry Van Dyke

The tide flows in to the harbour,

The bold tide, the gold tide, the flood o' the sunlit sea,

You Make The Sunshine Of My Heart

© Mathilde Blind

You make the sunshine of my heart

And its tempestuous shower;

New-Englands Crisis

© Benjamin Tompson

IN seventy five the Critick of our years

Commenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.

Turner's Old Temeraire

© James Russell Lowell

Thou wast the fairest of all man-made things;
The breath of heaven bore up thy cloudy wings,
And, patient in their triple rank,
The thunders crouched about thy flank,
Their black lips silent with the doom of kings.

Burns

© John Greenleaf Whittier

No more these simple flowers belong
To Scottish maid and lover;
Sown in the common soil of song,
They bloom the wide world over.

The Ghost - Book III

© Charles Churchill

It was the hour, when housewife Morn

With pearl and linen hangs each thorn;

The Will

© John Donne

Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,

Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath

I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

I shall forget you presently, my dear,

So make the most of this, your little day,

Autumn Landscape

© Ho Xuan Huong

Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.

Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:

The Marigold

© George Wither

. When with a serious musing I behold

The grateful and obsequious marigold,

Chanukah Lights Tonight by Steven Schneider: American Life in Poetry #140 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laur

© Ted Kooser

The candles flicker in the window.
Outside, ponderosa pines are tied in red bows.
If you squint,
the neighbors' Christmas lights
look like the Omaha skyline.

The Very Merry Voyage Of The Macaroni Man

© Carolyn Wells

This figure here before you is a Macaroni Man,

Who is built, as you may notice, on a most ingenious plan.

Nigger

© Carl Sandburg

I am the nigger.

Singer of songs,

The Sundowner.

So He will at the last, too, gather all,
As in the bush a traveller for his fire
Sticks and dry leaves, as eerie the light fades;
Till from those sticks and leaves there comes a flame,

Sonnet

Oh, thou hadst been a wife for Shakspeare's self!

No head, save some world-genius, ought to rest

A Dream Of Venice

Numb, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,

And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,

Marmion: Introduction to Canto II.

But chief 'twere sweet to think such life
(Though but escape from fortune's strife),
Something most matchless good and wise,
A great and grateful sacrifice;
And deem each hour to musing given
A step upon the road to heaven.