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The Bloody fields of Wheogo
© Anonymous
The moon rides high in a starry sky,
And, through the midnight gloom,
Book Of Suleika - The Sublime Type
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE sun, whom Grecians Helms call,
His heavenly path with pride doth tread,
Fable L: The Hare and Many Friends
© John Gay
Friendship, like love, is but a name,
Unless to one you stint the flame.
The Adirondacs
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wise and polite,--and if I drew
Their several portraits, you would own
Chaucer had no such worthy crew,
Nor Boccace in Decameron.
The Ancient Banner
© Anonymous
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,
The bosom of his Father, and assumed
On Visiting The Spot Where Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks First Landed In Botany Bay
© Barron Field
Here fix the tablet. This must be the place
Where our Columbus of the South did land.
Hier Au Soir
© Victor Marie Hugo
Hier, le vent du soir, dont le souffle caresse,
Nous apportait l'odeur des fleurs qui s'ouvrent tard ;
La nuit tombait ; l'oiseau dormait dans l'ombre épaisse.
Le printemps embaumait, moins que votre jeunesse ;
Les astres rayonnaient, moins que votre regard.
Subway by Barry Goldensohn: American Life in Poetry #125 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
The American poet, Ezra Pound, once described the faces of people in a rail station as petals on a wet black bough. That was roughly seventy-five years ago. Here Barry Goldenson of New York offers a look at a contemporary subway station. Not petals, but people all the same.
The Secret Draught of Wine
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
Like Hafiz, drain the goblet cheerfully
While minstrels touch the lute and sweetly sing,
For all that makes thy heart rejoice in thee
Hangs of Life's single, slender, silken string.
At One Again
© Jean Ingelow
Two angry men-in heat they sever,
And one goes home by a harvest field:-
"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor;
I said and say it, I will not yield!
Independence
© Charles Churchill
Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)
Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;
Foxhound Puppies
© William Henry Ogilvie
Great big lolloping lovable things!
Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,
Sonnet XV: If That a Loyal Heart
© Samuel Daniel
If that a loyal heart and faith unfeign'd,
If a sweet languish with a chaste desire,
At Crown Hill
© James Whitcomb Riley
Leave him here in the fresh
greening grasses and trees
And the symbols of love, and the solace of these-
The saintly white lilies and blossoms he keeps
Written For One In Sore Pain
© George MacDonald
Shepherd, on before thy sheep,
Hear thy lamb that bleats behind!
Scarce the track I stumbling keep!
Through my thin fleece blows the wind!
