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And Could You?
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
I suddenly smeared the weekday map
splashing paint from a glass;
A Father's Tribute
© Edgar Albert Guest
I don't know what they'll put him at, or what
his post may be;
A Dandelion for My Mother by Jean Nordhaus: American Life in Poetry #131 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laure
© Ted Kooser
Sometimes beginning writers tell me they get discouraged because it seems that everything has already been written about. But every experience, however commonplace, is unique to he or she who seizes it. There have undoubtedly been many poems about how dandelions pass from yellow to wind-borne gossamer, but this one by the Maryland poet, Jean Nordhaus, offers an experience that was unique to her and is a gift to us.
A Lamantation For The Death Of Sir Maurice Fitzgerald
© James Clarence Mangan
THERE was lifted up one voice of woe,
One lament of more than mortal grief,
A Regret
© Patrick Moloney
O sweet Queen-city of the golden South,
Piercing the evening with thy star-lit spires,
Admiral Death
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night?
(Hear what the sea-wind saith)
Ars Agricolaris
© Henry Van Dyke
An Ode for the Farmer's Dinner, University Club, New York, January 23, 1913
All hail, ye famous Farmers!
An Enigma
© William Cowper
A needle, small as small can be,
In bulk and use surpasses me,
Nor is my purchase dear;
For little, and almost for nought
As many of my kind are bought
As days are in the year.
A Variation
© James Whitcomb Riley
I am tired of this!
Nothing else but loving!
Nothing else but kiss and kiss,
Coo, and turtle-doving!
Can't you change the order some?
Hate me just a little--come!
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Away from sorrow! Yes, indeed, away!
Who said that care behind the horseman sits?
The train to Paris, as it flies to--day,
Whirls its bold rider clear of ague fits.
A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
The love that was too poor to purchase you
Is rich enough to buy each noble thing,
Amsterdam, September 1939
© William Ewart Gladstone Louw
Vir Ernst
Niks sal ooit weer wees soos dit daardie somer was:
An Epitaph On The Late Lord Mount--Cashel.
© Mary Barber
Children are snatch'd away sometimes,
To punish Parents for their Crimes.
Thy Mother's Merit was so great,
Heav'n hasten'd thy untimely Fate,
An Emerald Is As Green As Grass
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
An emerald is as green as grass;
A ruby red as blood;
A Rose Will Fade
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
You were always a dreamer, Rose - red Rose,
As you swung on your perfumed spray,
Swinging, and all the world was true,
Swaying, what did it trouble you?
A rose will fade in a day.
A Womans Sonnets: III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Where is the pride for which I once was blamed,
My vanity which held its head so high?
Who would believe them, seeing me thus tamed,
Thus subject, here as at thy feet I lie,
A Snow-White Lily
© Alfred Austin
There was a snow-white lily
Grew by a cottage door:
Such a white and wonderful lily
Never was seen before.
An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds weird voices mingle with their surging roar.
A Vow
© Edgar Albert Guest
I might not ever scale the mountain heights
Where all the great men stand in glory now;
