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Against Fruition

© Abraham Cowley

No; thou'rt a fool, I'll swear, if e'er thou grant;

Much of my veneration thou must want,

Above the head of great Methuselah
There lay two demons in the opened roof
Invisible, and gathered up his words;
For when the Elder prophesied, it came
About, that hidden things were shown to them,
And burdens that he spake against his time.

A Certain Evening

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

That night the whole world mingled,
The souls were babes at play,
And angel danced with devil.
And God cried, 'Holiday!'

A Christmas Carol

© George Wither

So now is come our joyful'st feast,

Let every man be jolly.

An Indian Summer Day On The Prairie

© Vachel Lindsay

The sun is a huntress young,
The sun is a red, red joy,
The sun is an indian girl,
Of the tribe of the Illinois.

At Washington

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WITH a cold and wintry noon-light.
On its roofs and steeples shed,
Shadows weaving with t e sunlight
From the gray sky overhead,

A Poem. Dedication of the Pittsfield Cemetery

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

The sun shall set, and heavens resplendent spheres
Gild the smooth turf unhallowed yet by tears,
But ah! how soon the evening stars will shed
Their sleepless light around the slumbering dead!

Aspiration

© Madison Julius Cawein

God knows I strive against low lust and vice,
Wound in the net of their voluptuous hair;
God knows that all their kisses are as ice
To me who do not care.

As Good as New

© Henry Lawson

Oh, this is a song for the old foewe have both grown wiser now,
And this is a song for the old foe, and were sorry we had that row;
And this is a song for the old lovethe love that we thought untrue
Oh, this is a song of the dear old love that comes back as good as new.

A Wreath Of Sonnets (14/14)

© France Preseren

Fresh flowers will spread fragrance far and near,
Like roses when the winter's passed away,
And spring displays its marvellous array,
While through the trees white scattered blossoms peer.

A Bunch Of Triolets

© Robert Fuller Murray

You like the trifling triolet:
Well, here are three or four.
Unless your likings I forget,
You like the trifling triolet.

A Sea Dialogue

MAN AT WHEEL.
Belay y'r jaw, y' swab! y' hoss-marine!
(To the Captain.)
Ay, ay, Sir! Stiddy, Sir! Sou'wes' b' sou'!

A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family

© John Donne

ADOPTED in God's family and so

Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.

A Christmas Greeting

Here's to you, little mother,

With your boy so far away;

A Beautiful Mistress

© Thomas Carew

IF when the sun at noon displays

His brighter rays,

© John Keats

When they were come into Faery's Court
They rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sport
And dance and kiss and love as faerys do
For Faries be as human lovers true --