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Blest cottage that hath flowers in winter spread,
Though withered--blessed grass that hath the grace
To deck and be a carpet to that place!
Thus sang, unto the sounds of oaten reed,
Before the Babe, the shepherds bowed on knees;
And springs ran nectar, honey dropped from trees.

In the Armenian Mountains

© Hovhannes Toumanian

The way was heavy and the night was dark,
And yet we survived
Both sorrow and gloom.
Through the ages we go and gaze at the stark
Steep heights of our land-
The Armenian Highlands.

Guerra Dei Topi E Delle Rane

© Giacomo Leopardi

CANTO PRIMO

What The Wind Said

© James Whitcomb Riley

'I muse to-day, in a listless way,
In the gleam of a summer land;
I close my eyes as a lover may
At the touch of his sweetheart's hand,
And I hear these things in the whisperings
Of the zephyrs round me fanned':--

The Fair Little Maiden

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

There is one at the door, Wolfe O'Driscoll,
At the door, who bids you to come!"
Who is he that wakes me in the darkness,
Calling when all the world is dumb ?"

The French Wars

© Rudyard Kipling

The boats of Newhaven and Folkestone and Dover
To Dieppe and Boulogne and to Calais cross over;
And in each of those runs there is not a square yard
Where the English and French haven't fought and fought hard!

Sonnet 5 - I wandered out a while agone,

© George Wither

I wandered out a while agone,
And went I know not whither;
But there do beauties many a one
Resort and meet together,
And Cupid's power will there be shown
If ever you come thither.

The Diverting History Of John Gilpin, Showing How He Went Farther Than He Intended, And Came Safe Ho

© William Cowper

John Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was he
Of famous London town.

Marmion: Canto V. - The Court

© Sir Walter Scott

Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone;
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

To A Friend Writing On Cabaret Dancers

© Ezra Pound

Good Hedgethorn', for we'll anglicize your name
Until the last slut's hanged and the last pig disembowelled,
Seeing your wife is charming and your child
Sings in the open meadow at least the kodak says so

The Old Apple-Tree

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

THERE's a memory keeps a-runnin'

Through my weary head to-night,

Les Phares (The Beacons)

© Charles Baudelaire

Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;

Monody, Written At Matlock

© William Lisle Bowles

Matlock! amid thy hoary-hanging views,

Thy glens that smile sequestered, and thy nooks

Uriconium An Ode

© Wilfred Owen

It lieth low near merry England's heart

Like a long-buried sin; and Englishmen

To Jack

© Henry Lawson

SO, Ive battled it through on my own, Jack,

I have done with all dreaming and doubt.

A Pot of Red Lentils by Peter Pereira: American Life in Poetry #53 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20

© Ted Kooser

In the yard we plant
rhubarb, cauliflower, and artichokes,
cupping wet earth over tubers,
our labor the germ
of later sustenance and renewal.

St. George's Day

© Hristo Botev

"Rejoice, o people! Old and young
Praise God today, and praise the king!
'Tis Saint George's Day," the sheep gave tongue
As they trotted along behind their king,

The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XX: Ellen Orford

"No charms she now can boast,"--'tis true,

But other charmers wither too:

The River Song

© Ezra Pound

And I have moped in the Emperor's garden, awaiting an
order-to-write !
I looked at the dragon-pond, with its willow-coloured
water
Just reflecting the sky's tinge,
And heard the five-score nightingales aimlessly singing.