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Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 02 - Great Meteorological Phenomena, Etc
© Lucretius
And so in first place, then
With thunder are shaken the blue deeps of heaven,
Heavenly Love
© George Moses Horton
Eternal spring of boundless grace,
It lifts the soul above,
Where God the Son unveils his face,
And shows that Heaven is love.
Time To Tinker 'Roun'!
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Summah 's nice, wif sun a-shinin',
Spring is good wif greens and grass,
The Stewed Samaritan
© George Ade
Within a house of public entertainment
There sat an ebon slave close at the foot
Laus Deo
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
IN the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands.
At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands.
To The Companions
© Rudyard Kipling
How comes it that, at even-tide,
When level beams should show most truth,
Man, failing, takes unfailing pride
In memories of his frolic youth?
Spring
© Madison Julius Cawein
First came the rain, loud, with sonorous lips;
A pursuivant who heralded a prince:
The First Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.
Story-Time
© Edgar Albert Guest
"TELL us a story," comes the cry
From little lips when nights are cold,
A La Promenade
© Paul Verlaine
The milky sky, the hazy, slender trees,
Seem smiling on the light costumes we wear,-
Our gauzy floating veils that have an air
Of wings, our satins fluttering in the breeze.
Ploughing On Sunday
© Wallace Stevens
The white cock's tail
Tosses in the wind.
The turkey-cock's tail
Glitters in the sun.
The Red King
© Charles Kingsley
And fend our princes every one,
From foul mishap and trahison;
But kings that harrow Christian men
Shall England never bide again.
Possum Trot
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I 've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things,
An' I 've learned a little of the sense that meetin' people brings;
But in spite of all my travelling an' of all I think I know,
I 've got one notion in my head, that I can't git to go;
An' it is that the folks I meet in any other spot
Ain't half so good as them I knowed back home in Possum Trot.
Music
© Kenneth Slessor
I
MUSIC, on the air's edge, rides alone,
Plumed like empastured Caesars of the sky
With a god's helmet; now, in the gold dye
First Love
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
BY the pulse that beats in my throat
By my heart like a bird
I know who passed through the dusk
Though he spoke no word!
The Rose-Bush
© Anonymous
There was a rose-bush in a garden growing,
Its tender leaves unfolding day by day;
The sun looked-on, and his down-going
Left it amid the starlit dusk of nights of May.
The Maryland Yellow-Throat
© Henry Van Dyke
While May bedecks the naked trees
With tassels and embroideries,
