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After Looking into Carlyles Reminiscences

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

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THREE MEN lived yet when this dead man was young

An English Peasant

© George Crabbe

To pomp and pageantry in nought allied,

A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died.

A Birthday Greeting: To My Little Nephew

© Annie McCarer Darlington

I know a happy little boy,
They call him Charlie Gray,
Whose face is bright, because you know,
He's six years old to-day.

A Poem: To The Memory of Mrs. Oldfield

© Richard Savage

Oldfield's no more!-And can the Muse forbear,

O'er Oldfield's Grave to shed a grateful Tear?

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Several weeks ago I discovered a photograph of my mother
sitting in the sun, her face flushed as with achievement or triumph.
The sun was shining. The dogs
were sleeping at her feet where time was also sleeping,
calm and unmoving as in all photographs.

A Summers Dream

© Elizabeth Bishop

To the sagging wharf
few ships could come.
The population numbered
two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,

A Riddle

© Anonymous

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
I backbite many, yet I never talk:
In secret places most I seek to hide me,
For he who feeds me never can abide me.

Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio

© James Wright

In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.

Afton Water

© Robert Burns

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

America

© Phillis Wheatley

New England first a wilderness was found

Till for a continent 'twas destin'd round

A Commonplace Song

© George Essex Evans

Ebbs and flows the restless river

In the city street

A Prophecy. February 1807

HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!
Thus in your books the record shall be found,
"A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound--
ARMINIUS!--all the people quaked like dew

A Graveyard

Man, looking into the sea—

taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have it to yourself—

At San Giovanni Del Lago

I leaned upon the rustic bridge,
And watched the streamlet make
Its chattering way past zigzag ridge
Down to the silent lake.

After the Gentle Poet Kobayashi Issa

© Robert Hass

New Year’s morning—
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.

© Hart Crane

Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page
And still wing on, untarnished of the name
We pinion to your bodies to assuage
Our envy of your freedomwe must maim