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Eclogue the First Selim
© William Taylor Collins
`O haste, fair maids, ye Virtues, come away,
Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way!
The balmy shrub for you shall love our shore,
By Ind excelled or Araby no more.
Love Songs
© Harriet Monroe
I
I LOVE my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour.
I love my life, but not too well.
The Song Of Hiawatha XV: Hiawatha's Lamentation
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days the Evil Spirits,
All the Manitos of mischief,
Numbers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Trefoil and Quatrefoil!
What shaped those destinied small silent leaves
Hope Triumphant in Death
© Thomas Campbell
Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn -
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
The Cigar
© Thomas Hood
Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
The Covered Bridge
© Madison Julius Cawein
There, from its entrance, lost in matted vines,--
Where in the valley foams a water-fall,---
The Shepherds Calendar - April
© John Clare
The infant april joins the spring
And views its watery skye
As youngling linnet trys its wing
And fears at first to flye
Dan Paine
© James Whitcomb Riley
Old friend of mine, whose chiming name
Has been the burthen of a rhyme
Chessmen
© Kenneth Slessor
CHAFING on flags of ebony and pearl,
My paladins are waiting. Loops of smoke
Stoop slowly from the coffee-cups, and curl
In thin fantastic patterns down the room
The Spellin'-Bee
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I NEVER shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin,
An' all us youngsters clambered in an' down the road went bobbin'
A Mother's Wail
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
The Wrongs Of Africa, A Poem. Part The First
© William Roscoe
OFFSPRING of love divine, Humanity!
To who, his eldest born, th'Eternal gave
Where Will I Find Words
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
Where will I find words to describe our stroll,
The Chablis on ice, the toasted bread
And the sweet agate of ripe cherries?
Sunset is far off, and the sea resounds with
The splash of bodies, hot and glad for cool dampness.
Le Chat (The Cat)
© Charles Baudelaire
Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux;
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
Mêlés de métal et d'agate.
Ode--'On A Distant Prospect' Of Making A Fortune
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Now the "rosy morn appearing"
Floods with light the dazzled heaven;
And the schoolboy groans on hearing
That eternal clock strike seven:-
Ode - So dear my Lucio is to me
© William Shenstone
So dear my Lucio is to me,
So well our minds and tempers blend,
That seasons may for ever flee,
And ne'er divide me from my friend;
But let the favour'd boy forbear
To tempt with love my only fair.
Tide Turning
© John Frederick Nims
Through salt marsh, grassy channel where the shark's
A rumor &mdash lean, alongside &mdash rides out boat;
For of us off with picnic-things and wine.
Pasty tufty clutters of the mud called pluff,
Sun on the ocean tingles like a kiss.
About the fourth hour of the falling tide.
