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Clouds Of The Autumn Night
© Madison Julius Cawein
Clouds of the autumn night,
Under the hunter's moon,--
Ghostly and windy white,--
Whither, like leaves wild strewn,
Take ye your stormy flight?
"`Covet who will the patronage of Kings "
© Alfred Austin
`Covet who will the patronage of Kings,
And pompous titles Emperors bestow,
Christmas Day
© Charles Kingsley
How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?
A northern Christmas, such as painters love,
Consolation
© William Taylor Collins
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.
Crosses And Troubles
© William Ernest Henley
Crosses and troubles a-many have proved me.
One or two women (God bless them) have loved me.
Conscience
© George Herbert
Peace, pratler, do not lowre:
Not a fair look, but thou dost call it foul:
Not a sweet dish, but thou dost call it sowre:
Musick to thee doth howl.
By listning to thy chatting fears
I have both lost mine eyes and eares.
Chanukah Lights Tonight by Steven Schneider: American Life in Poetry #140 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laur
© Ted Kooser
The candles flicker in the window.
Outside, ponderosa pines are tied in red bows.
If you squint,
the neighbors' Christmas lights
look like the Omaha skyline.
Content
© John Cunningham
O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare,
As wilder'd and weary'd I roam,
Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This song of mine
Is a Song of the Vine,
To be sung by the glowing embers
Of wayside inns,
When the rain begins
To darken the drear Novembers.
Coda
© Ezra Pound
O My songs,
Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into
people's faces,
Will you find your lost dead among them?
Commencement d'une illusion
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il pleut ; la brume est épaissie ;
Voici novembre et ses rougeurs
Et l'hiver, effroyable scie
Que Dieu nous fait, à nous songeurs.
Creation
© Sophus Niels Christen Claussen
I am unborn as yet, but am delivered giving birth.
From the life in my work I sense the life in myself,
robbed of this mirror, I am as good as laid in earth.
Carmen
© Madison Julius Cawein
Some still night in Seville; the street,
_Candilejo_; two shadows meet--
Flash sabres; crossed within the moon,--
Clash rapidly--a dead dragoon.
Contrasted Songs: A Lily And The Lute
© Jean Ingelow
“Nay! but thou a spirit art;
Men shall take thee in the mart
For the ghost of their best thought,
Raised at noon, and near them brought;
Or the prayer they made last night,
Set before them all in white.”
Christmas Tears
© Henry Van Dyke
The day returns by which we date our years:
Day of the joy of giving,that means love;
Chanson d'autrefois
© Victor Marie Hugo
Quelqu'un connaît-il ma cachette ?
C'est un lieu calme, où le ciel clair
En un jour de printemps rachète
Le mal qu'ont fait six mois d'hiver.
