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Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death
© Lucretius
Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
A Pastoral in Three Parts
© John Cunningham
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night:
And the lark to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
Meeting In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
Through ferns and moss the path wound to
A hollow where the touchmenots
Swung horns of honey filled with dew;
And where--like foot-prints--violets blue
And bluets made sweet sapphire blots,
'Twas there that she had passed he knew.
Gleaners Of Fame
© Alfred Austin
Hearken not, friend, for the resounding din
That did the Poet's verses once acclaim:
Peace Restored
© James Shirley
You virgins, that did late despair
To keep your wealth from cruel men,
The Fairies
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The fairies, the fairies, from her blue eyes were peeping;
They blew her hair about you so you were lost, my dear.
With their charms and enchantments they lured and waylaid you,
So my love cannot comfort and my presence cannot cheer.
Love's Apotheosis
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.
How It Was
© Czeslaw Milosz
Stalking a deer I wandered deep into the mountains and from there I saw.
Or perhaps it was for some other reason that I rose above the setting sun.
Alfred. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.
Dont Worry, Little Girl
© Edgar Albert Guest
Don't worry, little girl,
Don't you let one golden curl
Get awry.
The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter
© Matthew Prior
While we to Jove select the holy victim
Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,
Making The House A Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
Here's our story, page by page,
Happy youth and middle-age,
The Dead Bride
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WITHIN my circled arm she lay and faintly smiled the long night through,
And oh, but she was fair to view, fair to view!
Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris
© Publius Vergilius Maro
LYCIDAS
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?
For He Was Scotch, and So Was She
© Jean Blewett
THEY were a couple well content
With what they earned and what they spent,
Cared not a whit for style's decree
For he was Scotch, and so was she.
Thoughts
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I gave my thoughts a golden peach,
A silver citron tree;
They clustered dumbly out of reach
And would not sing for me.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Perversity
Amor Mysticus
© John Hay
Let them say to my Lover
That here I lie!
The thing of His pleasure,
His slave am I.
