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Myself was formeda Carpenter
© Emily Dickinson
Myself was formeda Carpenter
An unpretending time
My Planeand I, together wrought
Before a Builder came
Samuel
© Edgar Lee Masters
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel,
Fair-haired and heavy-jaw;
For he feared not the gates of hell,
Spiked 'round with heaven's law.
Against The Love Of Great Ones
© Richard Lovelace
How il doth majesty injoy
The bow and gaity oth' boy,
As if the purple-roabe should sit,
And sentence give ith' chayr of wit.
The Old Cumberland Beggar
© William Wordsworth
. I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was seated, by the highway side,
The Long Room
© Madison Julius Cawein
HE found the long room as it was of old,
Glimmering with sunset's gold;
That made the tapestries seem full of eyes
Strange with a wild surmise:
Cut
© Sylvia Plath
What a thrill -
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
On A Picture Of John D. Rockefeller
© Edgar Lee Masters
If thou, Columbia, dost from this, thy son--
The condor beak and python eyes--recoil,
Bethink thee of the years that Freedom's soil
Was husbanded by devil-feet which run
Upon The Horse and His Rider
© John Bunyan
There's one rides very sagely on the road,
Showing that he affects the gravest mode.
A Spirit's Return
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou knewest me not in life's fresh vernal morn -
I would thou hadst! - for then my heart on thine
Had poured a worthier love; now, all o'erworn
By its deep thirst for something too divine,
It hath but fitful music to bestow,
Echoes of harp-strings broken long ago.
Songe To Aella, Lorde Of The Castel Of Brystowe Ynne Daies Of Yore
© Thomas Chatterton
To JOHNE LADGATE.
WELL thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
The Driftwood Gatherers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Along the deep shelve of the abandoned shore
Bowed, with slow pace and careful eyes that keep
The track they travel, move an aged pair.
The full voice of the Atlantic holds the air
The Watchman
© Charles Kingsley
'Watchman, what of the night?'
'The stars are out in the sky;
And the merry round moon will be rising soon,
For us to go sailing by.'
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IV - Dyuta - (The Fatal Dice)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The madness increased, and Yudhishthir staked his brothers, and then
himself, and then the fair Draupadi, and lost! And thus the Emperor
of Indra-prastha and his family were deprived of every possession
on earth, and became the bond-slaves of Duryodhan. The old king
Dhrita-rashtra released them from actual slavery, but the five
brothers retired to forests as homeless exiles.
Porphyrion
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Yet into vacancy the troubled heart
Brings its own fullness: and Porphyrion found
The void a prison, and in the silence chains.
To Cardinal Richelieu. (From Malherbe)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
Richelieu! until the hour of death,
The Wife Of Flanders
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,
Where I had seven sons until to-day,
A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . .
This is not Paris. You have lost your way.
The Gentle Man
© William Carlos Williams
I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.
Spring Came In
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SPRING came in with a red-wing's feather
And yellow clumps of the wild marshmallow--
O happy bird, can you tell me whether
In distant France they have April weather?
And little pools that are sunny and shallow?
