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A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
To the Superior World to Solemn Peace
To Regions where Delights shall never cease
The German-American
© Katharine Lee Bates
HONOR to him whose very blood remembers
The old, enchanted dream-song of the Rhine,
Although his house of life. is fair with shine
Of fires new-kindled on the buried embers;
The Second Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Epigrams are much like to Oxymell,
Hony and Vineger compounded well:
Hony, and sweet in their inuention,
Vineger in their reprehension.
As sowre, sweet Oxymell, doth purge though fleagme:
These are to purge Vice, take them as they meane.
Forty
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
IN the heyday of my years, when I thought the world was young,
And believed that I was oldat the very gates of Life
It seemed in every song the birds of heaven sung
That I heard the sweet injunction: Go and get to thee a wife!
Farewell To Anactoria
© Allen Tate
Never the tramp of foot or horse,
Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,
Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-
My heart moves lovingly.
A Bill for the Better Promotion of Oppression on the Sabbath Day
© Thomas Love Peacock
Forasmuch as the Canter's and Fanatic's Lord
Sayeth peace and joy are by me abhorred;
Queen Mab: Part VI.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
All touch, all eye, all ear,
The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech.
Mr. Hosea Biglow's Speech In March Meeting
© James Russell Lowell
(N.B. Reporters gin'lly git a hint
To make dull orjunces seem 'live in print,
An', ez I hev t' report myself, I vum,
I'll put th' applauses where they'd _ough' to_ come!)
Christmas Eve
© Edgar Albert Guest
BACK UP Old Age and Wrinkled Face,
Come, Selfish Grown-Up, quit the place,
The Disquieting Muses
© Sylvia Plath
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly
Where Can The Heart Be Hidden In The Ground
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where can the heart be hidden in the ground
And be at peace, and be at peace forever,
Author's Apology For His Book
© John Bunyan
WHEN at the first I took my pen in hand
Thus for to write, I did not understand
Carmina Festiva
© Henry Van Dyke
THE LITTLE-NECK CLAM
A modern verse-sequence, showing how a native American subject, strictly realistic, may be treated in various manners adapted to the requirements of different magazines, thus combining Art-for-Art's-Sake with Writing-for-the-Market. Read at the First Dinner of the American Periodical Publishers' Association, in Washington, April, 1904.
Sick I Am And Sorrowful
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Heard again the storm clouds roll hanging over Lugnaquilla,
Built dream castles from the sands of Killiney's golden shore.
If I saw the wild geese fly over the dark lakes of Kerry
Or could hear the secret winds, I could kneel and pray.
But 'tis sick I am and grieving, how can I be well again
Here, where fear and sorrow aremy heart so far away?
The Complaint
© Washington Allston
"Oh, had I Colin's winning ease,"
Said Lindor with a sigh,
"So carelessly ordained to please,
I'd every care defy.
A Rainy Day in Camp
© Anonymous
Tis a cheerless, lonesome evening
When the soaking, sodden ground
Will not echo to the footfall
of the sentinel's dull round.
De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit.
© Richard Lovelace
A wretched asse the Aeneids did destroy:
A horse or asse is still the fate of Troy.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book IV - Part 04 - Some Vital Functions
© Lucretius
In these affairs
We crave that thou wilt passionately flee
