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April In September
© Katharine Lee Bates
WHAT song is in the sap of this brave oak-tree
That to the north-star faces,
A Day's Ride
© Anonymous
Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses ride
And bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side;
But few of them, though flash they be, can ride, and few can fight
As Walker did, for life and death, with Ward the other night.
A Tennyson Fragment
© Robert Fuller Murray
And on that night he made a little song,
And called his song `The Song of Twist and Plug,'
And sang it; scarcely could he make or sing.
A Le Brun Et Au Marquis De Brazais
© André Marie de Chénier
Le Brun, qui nous attends aux rives de la Seine,
Quand un destin jaloux loin de toi nous enchaîne;
An Old Memory
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
How sweet the music sounded
That summer long ago,
When you were by my side, love,
To list its gentle flow.
An Account Of The Greatest English Poets
© Joseph Addison
Blest Man! whose spotless Life and Charming Lays
Employ'd the Tuneful Prelate in thy Praise:
Blest Man! who now shall be for ever known
In Sprat's successful Labours and thy own.
Amaryllis by Connie Wanek: American Life in Poetry #84 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Many of this column's readers have watched an amaryllis emerge from its hard bulb to flower. To me they seem unworldly, perhaps a little dangerous, like a wild bird you don't want to get too close to. Here Connie Wanek of Duluth, Minnesota, takes a close and playful look at an amaryllis that looks right back at her.
Amaryllis
A flower needs to be this size
to conceal the winter window,
and this color, the red
of a Fiat with the top down,
to impress us, dull as we've grown.
Absence
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
GOODNIGHT, my love, for I have dreamed of thee,
In walking dreams, until my soul is lost
An Epitaph
© Stephen Hawes
O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see
How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight;
A Rebel
© John Gould Fletcher
Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles drearily patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
Amazing Grace
© John Newton
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
An Old Year's Address
© James Whitcomb Riley
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain;
I have burnished the meteor's mail;
A Model For The Laureate
© William Butler Yeats
ON thrones from China to Peru
All sorts of kings have sat
