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Amoretti XIII: "In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth"

© Edmund Spenser

In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth,

Whiles her faire face she reares up to the skie:

An Answer to Another Persuading a Lady to Marriage

© Katherine Philips

Forbear, bold youth, alls Heaven here,
And what you do aver,
To others, courtship may appear,
Tis sacriledge to her.

A Prayer in Darkness

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

This much, O heavenif I should brood or rave,

Pity me not; but let the world be fed,

And Change, with hurried hand, has swept these scenes

Among The Timothy

© Archibald Lampman

Long hours ago, while yet the morn was blithe,

Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew,

After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence

My books are on their shelves again
And clouds lie low with mist and rain.
Afar the Arno murmurs low
The tale of fields of melting snow.
List to the bells of times agone
The while I wait me for the dawn.

An Ode On The Return Of The Troops

© Confucius

Forth from the city in our cars we drove,

Until we halted at the pasture ground.

Address To The Sunset

© Robert Nichols

Exquisite stillness! What serenities

Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall

All The Little Hoofprints

© Robinson Jeffers

Farther up the gorge the sea's voice fainted and ceased.

We heard a new noise far away ahead of us, vague and metallic,

America

© Tony Hoagland

Then one of the students with blue hair and a tongue stud

Says that America is for him a maximum-security prison

Another Reluctance

© Annie Finch

Chestnuts fell in the charred season,
Fell finally, finding room
In air to open their old cases
So they gleam out from the gold leaves,
In the dusk now, where they dropped down.

Af Studenters Rentekammer

© Anders Christensen Bording

Jeg gik fra første Barns Been af

I Skolen som jeg burde,

After The French Manner

© Thomas Parnell

As Pope who gathers mony to translate
With Gay the Shepheard Writer mett of late.
Says Pope, your Ecclogues wont come out wth speed
For Phillips to reprieve him Tonson feed.
Indeed the story may be true, says Gay,
For Your Subscriptions give him powr to pay.

Angels

© Boris Pasternak

Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college

one winter, hauling a load of Herefords

Asses

"I KNOW where I'd get
An ass that would do,
If I had the money
A pound or two."

(Amidst the rush and roar of life...)

© Anselm Hollo

Amidst the rush and roar of life, O beauty, carved in stone, you stand mute and still, alone and aloof.
Great Time sits enamoured at your feet and repeats to you:
Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my mute bride!
But your speech is shut up in stone, O you immovably fair!

At a Symphony

Oh, I would have these tongues oracular

Dip into silence, tease no more, let be!

A Vision Of The Sea

'Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sail
Are flickering in ribbons within the fierce gale:
From the stark night of vapours the dim rain is driven,
And when lightning is loosed, like a deluge from Heaven,