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A Letter From Peking
© Harriet Monroe
October I5th, 1910.
My friend, dear friend, why should I hear your voice
Alice And Una. A Tale Of Ceim-An-Eich
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
With a sigh for what is fading, but, O Earth! with no upbraiding,
For we feel that time is braiding newer, fresher flowers for thee,
We will speak, despite our grieving, words of loving and believing,
Tales we vowed when we were leaving awful Ceim-an-eich,
Where the sever'd rocks resemble fragments of a frozen sea,
And the wild deer flee!
At Parting
© Madison Julius Cawein
What is there left for us to say,
Now it has come to say good-by?
And all our dreams of yesterday
Have vanished in the sunset sky--
What is there left for us to say,
Now different ways before us lie?
A Low Temple
© Arun Kolatkar
A low temple keeps its gods in the dark.
You lend a matchbox to the priest.
One by one the gods come to light.
An Irish Mother
© William Percy French
Great wages men is givin'
In the land beyant the say,
But 'tis lonely lonely livin'
Whin the childher is away.
At The Gate
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Within, what new life waits me! Little ease,
Cold lying, hunger, nights of wakefulness,
Harsh orders given, no voice to soothe or please,
Poor thieves for friends, for books rules meaningless;
This is the grave--nay, Hell. Yet, Lord of Might,
Still in Thy light my spirit shall see light.
At Waking
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
When I shall go to sleep and wake again
At dawning in another world than this,
A Parting
© Edith Nesbit
So good-bye!
This is where we end it, you and I.
Life's to live, you know, and death's to die;
So good-bye!
As I Ebb'd With the Ocean of Life
© Walt Whitman
I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single
object, and that no man ever can,
Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart
upon me and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
All-Saints' Day (1867)
© Ada Cambridge
Blessed are they whose baby-souls are bright,
Whose brows are sealèd with the cross of light,
Whom God Himself has deign'd to robe in white-
Blessed are they!
Any Poet At Any Time
© Alfred Austin
Time, thou supreme inexorable Judge,
Whom none can bribe, and none can overawe,
Age
© William Lisle Bowles
Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!
But thou art passing to that night-still bourne,
Where labour sleeps. The linnet, chattering loud
To the May morn, shall sing; thou, in thy shroud,
Forgetful and forgotten, sink to rest;
And grass-green be the sod upon thy breast!
A Stopwatch and an Ordnance Map
© Stephen Spender
A stopwatch and an ordnance map.
At five a man fell to the ground
A Wheat-Field Fantasy
© Harry Kemp
As I sat on a Kansas hilltop,
While, far away from my,
Rippled the lights and shadows
Dancing across acres of wheat,
"Along the path thy bleeding feet"
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ALONG the path thy bleeding feet have trod,
O Christian Mother! do the martyr-years,
Crownèd with suffering through the mist of tears
Uplift their brows, thorn-circled, unto God;
A Considerable Speck
© Robert Frost
I have a mind myself and recognize
Mind when I meet with it in any guise
No one can know how glad I am to find
On any sheet the least display of mind.
