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Aspirations Of The Soul After God

© William Cowper

My Spouse! in whose presence I live,

Sole object of all my desires,

You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others--
you are free to make the rich richer.

As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed

© Jack Prelutsky

As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.

A Chanted Calendar

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Then came the daisies,
On the first of May,
Like a banner'd show's advance
While the crowd runs by the way,
With ten thousand flowers about them
they came trooping through the fields.

Ambition

© Madison Julius Cawein

Now to my lips lift then some opiate

Of black forgetfulness! while in thy gaze

Alciphron and Leucippe

© Walter Savage Landor

Leucippe. But I would rather go when they
Sit round about and sing and play.
Then why so hurry me? for you
Like play and song, and shepherds too.

At Vaucluse

© Alfred Austin

By Avignon's dismantled walls,
Where cloudless mid-March sunshine falls,
Rhone, through broad belts of green,
Flecked with the light of almond groves,
Upon itself reverting, roves
Reluctant from the scene.

Acon and Rhodope

© Walter Savage Landor

Fathers have given life, but virgin heart
They never gave; and dare they then control
Or check it harshly? dare they break a bond
Girt round it by the holiest Power on high?

After the Interval

© Boris Pasternak

About three months ago, when first
Upon our open, unprotected
And freezing garden snowstorms burst
In sudden fury, I reflected

Aaj Basant Manaalay (Celebrate Spring Today)

© Amir Khusro

Aaj basant manaalay suhaagun,
Aaj basant manaalay;
Anjan manjan kar piya mori,
Lambay neher lagaaye;

A Stone I died

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?

A New Forest Ballad

© Charles Kingsley

Oh she tripped over Ocknell plain,
And down by Bradley Water;
And the fairest maid on the forest side
Was Jane, the keeper's daughter.

Absence

© Walter Savage Landor

HERE, ever since you went abroad,
If there be change no change I see:
I only walk our wonted road,
The road is only walk'd by me.

Autumn

MILD is the parting year, and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.

A Song in Time of Revolution. 1860

THE HEART of the rulers is sick, and the high-priest covers his head:

For this is the song of the quick that is heard in the ears of the dead.

Altarwise By Owl-Light

© Dylan Thomas

Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house

The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;

Agatha

SHE wanders in the April woods,
That glisten with the fallen shower;
She leans her face against the buds,
She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower.

At His Grave

LEAVE me a little while alone,
Here at his grave that still is strown
With crumbling flower and wreath;
The laughing rivulet leaps and falls,
The thrush exults, the cuckoo calls,
And he lies hushd beneath.