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There Is Another Way by Pat Schneider: American Life in Poetry #58 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
In the sweet marrow of a bone,
the maggot does not remember
the wingspread
of the mother, the green
shine of her body, nor even
the last breath of the dying deer.
Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, the fullness of my thoughts of thee
Cannot be stay'd within my panting breast,
But they do swell and struggle forth of me,
Till that in words thy figure be express'd.
Grecian Sunset
© Richard Monckton Milnes
In perfect Kingliness now reigns the Sun;
At morn, as one who girds himself for speed,
A Hero prompt to do a mighty deed,
And not to rest until the deed be done,
If the foolish, call them
© Emily Dickinson
If the foolish, call them "flowers"
Need the wiser, tell?
If the Savants "Classify" them
It is just as well!
Sonnet 46: I Curs'd Thee Oft
© Sir Philip Sidney
I curs'd thee oft, I pity now thy case,
Blind-hitting boy, since she that thee and me
Rules with a beck, so tyrannizeth thee,
That thou must want or food, or dwelling place,
At Pompeii
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh,
And turned to find the reason of her mirth;
The Finer Spirit.
© Robert Crawford
'Tis when the wits I have are gone
The finer powers appear;
The spirit of phantasy leads me on,
And gives my heart her cheer.
Clare's Dragoons
© Thomas Osborne Davis
_Viva la_, for Ireland's wrong!
_Viva la_, for Ireland's right!
_Viva la_, in battle throng,
For a Spanish steed, and sabre bright!
Degrees Of Love
© Arthur Symons
When your eyes opened to mine eyes,
Without desire, without surprise,
I knew your soul awoke to sec
All, dreams foretold, but could not be,
Yet loving love, not loving me.
Youth's Inexperience.
© Robert Crawford
He is too young yet to know life's demands;
Being no natural philosopher,
He must from cause and custom draw that art
Which some of Nature have, the primal gift
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HIS BONDAGE TO MANON IS BROKEN
From this day forth I lead another life,
Another life! A life without a tear!
To--day has ended the unequal strife;
Love and Friendship
© Emily Jane Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree -
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The Voice Of Spring
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
I come, I come! ye have called me long;
I come o'er the mountains, with light and song.
Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves opening as I pass.
The Lion
© William Morris
The Beasts that be
In wood and waste,
Now sit and see,
Nor ride nor haste.
Suicide
© William Ernest Henley
Staring corpselike at the ceiling,
See his harsh, unrazored features,
Ghastly brown against the pillow,
And his throat-so strangely bandaged!
Epigram I
© John Byrom
Nor Steel, nor Flint alone produces fire;
No spark arises till they both conspire:
Nor Faith alone, nor work without is right;
Salvation rises, when they both unite.
The Disciple
© Jones Very
Thou wilt my hands employ, though others find
No work for those who praise thy name aright;
Du haut de la muraille de Paris
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'Occident était blanc, l'Orient était noir ;
Comme si quelque bras sorti des ossuaires
Dressait un catafalque aux colonnes du soir,
Et sur le firmament déployait deux suaires.
From The Greek Of Moschus
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos atrema Balle--k.t.l.
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep
The azure sea, I love the land no more;
The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep
