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A Ballad of the Scottsysshe Kyne
© John Skelton
Kynge Jamy, Jomy your joye is all go.
Ye summoned our kynge. Why dyde ye so?
A Mother's Song
© Francis Ledwidge
Little ships of whitest pearl
With sailors who were ancient kings,
Come over the sea when my little girl
Sings.
A Pair
© Jane Taylor
Soft his existence rolls away,
To-morrow plenteous as to-day :
He lives, enjoys, and lives anew,--
And when he dies,--what shall we do !
Ah! Prends Un Coers Humain
© André Marie de Chénier
Ah! prends un coeur humain, laboureur trop avide,
Lorsque d'un pas tremblant l'indigence timide
A Weeping Cupid
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Why, Love! I thought you were gay and fair,
Merry of mien and debonair.
A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months
© Phillis Wheatley
Through airy roads he wings his instant flight
To purer regions of celestial light;
A Surrender
© Kenneth Slessor
WHEN to those Venusbergs, thy breasts,
By wars of love and moonlight batteries,
My lips have stormedO pout thy mouth above,
Lean down those culverins twain, and bid me spike
A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I HOLD a letter in my hand,-
A flattering letter, more's the pity,-
An Image From A Past Life
© William Butler Yeats
He. Never until this night have I been stirred.
The elaborate starlight throws a reflection
"And you, my friends who have been called away"
© Anna Akhmatova
And you, my friends who have been called away,
I have been spared to mourn for you and weep,
Not as a frozen willow over your memory,
But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep.
An Idyll
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
And even our women, lastly grumbles Ben,
Leaving their nature, dress and talk like men!
Against the First
© Mao Zedong
Forests blaze red beneath the frosty sky,
The wrath of Heaven's armies soars to the clouds.
Mist veils Longgang, its thousands peaks blurred.
All cry out in unison:
Our van has taken Zhang Huizan!
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
© William Wordsworth
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,
While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours
There close the peaceful lives of flowers?
A First Confession
© William Butler Yeats
I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me;
My blenching and trembling,
Nothing but dissembling,
Nothing but coquetry.
A New Temperance Poem, in Memory of My Departed Parents
© William Topaz McGonagall
My parents were sober living, and often did pray
For their family to abstain from intoxicating drink alway;
Because they knew it would lead them astray
Which no God fearing man will dare to gainsay.
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I have it still, a book with pages sewn
Cross--wise in silk, and brimming with these flowers,
Treasures we gathered there, long sere and brown,
The ghosts of childhood's first undoubting hours,
A Clear Day And No Memories
© Wallace Stevens
Today the air is clear of everything.
It has no knowledge except of nothingness
And it flows over us without meanings,
As if none of us had ever been here before
And are not now: in this shallow spectacle,
This invisible activity, this sense.
A Dark Day
© Madison Julius Cawein
Though Summer walks the world to-day
With corn-crowned hours for her guard,
Her thoughts have clad themselves in gray,
And wait in Autumn's weedy yard.
Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In my ears
The sound of waters. There he stood, my king!
