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Amiable Thoughts For Someone In A Hospital
© Eli Siegel
A Poem Of Aesthetic Realism
May the things you say to yourself
Be the best for you.
May the things you hear from others
Australian Spring
© Hugh McCrae
The bleak faced Winter, with his braggart winds
(Coiled to his scrawny throat in tattered black),
Posts down the highway of his late domain,
His spurs like leeches in his bleeding hack.
A Saxon Epitaph
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Pride of the sword and power
Are theirs at their need
Who shall rule but the root of the flower
The fall of the seed.
As I Laye A-Dreamynge
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
After T. I.
As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
Afloat And Ashore
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'Tumble and rumble, and grumble and snort,
Like a whale to starboard, a whale to port;
Tumble and rumble, and grumble and snort,
And the steamer steams thro' the sea, love!'
A Garden-Seat At Home
© William Lisle Bowles
Oh, no; I would not leave thee, my sweet home,
Decked with the mantling woodbine and the rose,
At Issue
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THAT voice I hear,how heard I cannot tell,
Although my home is this, seems from my home:
Apparition
© William Ernest Henley
Thin-legged, thin-chested, slight unspeakably,
Neat-footed and weak-fingered: in his face -
A Character
© William Wordsworth
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
A Walk In The Shrubbery
© Charlotte Turner Smith
To the Cistus or Rock Rose, a beautiful plant, whose flowers
expand, and fall off twice in twenty-four hours.
Afskeden I Bamyan
© Bernhard Severin Ingemann
Tre Dage var jeg atter i Bamyan Gæst;
Een Ridder kun mig fulgte, og det var John Præst.
A Frightful Release
© Gertrude Stein
A BAG which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found
"All In!"
© Peter McArthur
"I'm all in!"Bob Fitzsimmons
NOT on your life, Bob; not on your life! The Muse salutes you!
Alternation
© George Meredith
Between the fountain and the rill
I passed, and saw the mighty will
To leap at sky; the careless run,
As earth would lead her little son.
A Captive Throstle
© Alfred Austin
Poor little mite with mottled breast,
Half-fledged, and fallen from the nest,
A Toast
© Lola Ridge
Not your martyrs anointed of heaven -
The ages are red where they trod -
But the Hunted - the world's bitter leaven -
Who smote at your imbecile God -
Ad Finem
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
