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Idyll XVII. The Praise of Ptolemy
© Theocritus
"Wake, babe, to bliss: prize me, as Phoebus doth
His azure-sphered Delos: grace the hill
Of Triops, and the Dorians' sister shores,
As king Apollo his Rhenaea's isle."
Verbal Calisthenics
© Sylvia Plath
My love for you is more
athletic than a verb,
Agile as a star
The tents of sun absorb.
Gemini And Virgo
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Some vast amount of years ago,
Ere all my youth had vanished from me,
A boy it was my lot to know,
Whom his familiar friends called Tommy.
The Brother Of Mercy
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Piero Luca, known of all the town
As the gray porter by the Pitti wall
Where the noon shadows of the gardens fall,
Sick and in dolor, waited to lay down
His last sad burden, and beside his mat
The barefoot monk of La Certosa sat.
The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Prince Henry_ The grim musician
Leads all men through the mazes of that dance,
To different sounds in different measures moving;
Sometimes he plays a lute, sometimes a drum,
To tempt or terrify.
The Innocents
© Peter McArthur
TO make perfect the heaven of mothers
The little children die,
For what care they for the praise of God
Who have sung a lullaby?
The Waiting Watchers
© Henry Treece
They shall come in the black weathers
From the heart of the dead embers,
The Grand Question Debated: Whether Hamiltons Bawn Should Be Turned Into A Barrack Or Malt-House
© Jonathan Swift
Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care,
"Let me have your advice in a weighty affair.
This Hamilton's bawn, while it sticks in my hand
I lose by the house what I get by the land;
Victory Britannia -- from Runnamede, final lines
© John Logan
Albem. Rapt into heaven,
High visions pass before the holy man;
His tranced accent is the voice divine.
Homage To Sextus Propertius - III
© Ezra Pound
Midnight, and a letter comes to me from our mistress:
Telling me to come to Tibur:
At once!!
'Bright tips reach up from twin towers,
'Anienan spring water falls into flat-spread pools.'
The Streams
© John Kenyon
Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts,
Both beautiful to see, and onemost holy;
Impromptu - To Kate Carol
© Edgar Allan Poe
When from your gems of thought I turn
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.
Ballade Of His Books
© Andrew Lang
Prince, tastes may differ; mine and thine
Quite other balances are scaled in;
May you succeed, though I repine -
"The many things I've tried and failed in!"
A Hidden Life
© George MacDonald
Ah God! when Beauty passes by the door,
Although she ne'er came in, the house grows bare.
Shut, shut the door; there's nothing in the house.
Why seems it always that it should be ours?
A secret lies behind which Thou dost know,
And I can partly guess.
The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs
© Edward Lear
The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
A Farewell To Arms: To Queen Elizabeth
© George Peele
His golden locks Time hath to silver turnd;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth gainst time and age hath ever spurnd,
But spurnd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
Spleen (II)
© Charles Baudelaire
Time has gone lame, and limps; and under a thick pall
Of snow the endless years efface and muffle all;
Till boredom, fruit of the mind's inert, incurious tree,
Assumes the shape and size of immortality.
The Spagnoletto. Act V
© Emma Lazarus
DON TOMMASO.
If he still live, now shall we hear of him.
The news I learn will lure him from his covert,
Where'er it lie, to pardon or avenge.
Laughing and Sneering
© Henry Lawson
WHAT tho' the world does me ill turns
And cares my life environ;
Id sooner laugh with Bobbie Burns
Than sneer with titl'd Byron.
