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A Man Who Would Woo a Fair Maid
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A man who would woo a fair maid,
Should 'prentice himself to the trade;
A Lecture upon the Shadow
© John Donne
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
The Broken Crutch: A Tale
© Robert Bloomfield
A burst of laughter rang throughout the hall,
And Peggy's tongue, though overborne by all,
Pour'd its warm blessings, for, without control
The sweet unbridled transport of her soul
Was obviously seen, till Herbert's kiss
Stole, as it were, the eloquence of bliss.
The Intruder
© John Betjeman
My mother—preferring the strange to the tame:
Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung,
The Captain and the Mermaids
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I SING a legend of the sea,
So hard-a-port upon your lee!
A ship on starboard tack!
She's bound upon a private cruise -
(This is the kind of spice I use
To give a salt-sea smack).
Ox Cart Man
© Donald Hall
In October of the year,
he counts potatoes dug from the brown field,
counting the seed, counting
the cellar’s portion out,
and bags the rest on the cart’s floor.
A Sister on the Tracks
© Donald Hall
Between pond and sheepbarn, by maples and watery birches,
Rebecca paces a double line of rust
Cold Calls: War Music, Continued
© Christopher Logue
Take Quinamid
The son of a Dardanian astrologer
Who disregarded what his father said
And came to Troy in a taxi.
A Ballad: The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
© Thomas Moore
Written at Norfolk, in Virginia
They made her a grave, too cold and damp
For a soul so warm and true;
And shes gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp,
Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
She paddles her white canoe.
From Blossoms
© Li-Young Lee
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.
On Parting
© Hristo Botev
1868
Don't cry, mother, don't grieve
that I grew up as an outlaw,
an outlaw, mother, a rebel,
The Sea of Death
© Thomas Hood
So lay they garmented in torpid light,
Under the pall of a transparent night,
Like solemn apparitions lulld sublime
To everlasting rest,and with them Time
Slept, as he sleeps upon the silent face
Of a dark dial in a sunless place.
Hark To The Shouting Wind
© Henry Timrod
Hark to the shouting Wind!
Hark to the flying Rain!
And I care not though I never see
A bright blue sky again.
Backdrop addresses cowboy
© Margaret Atwood
Starspangled cowboy
sauntering out of the almost-
silly West, on your face
a porcelain grin,
tugging a papier-mâché cactus
on wheels behind you with a string,
La Republique Des Lettres
© André Marie de Chénier
Fragment
Il n'est que d'être roi pour être heureux au monde.
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza LXXXIII
© Gertrude Stein
Why am I if I am uncertain reasons may inclose.
Remain remain propose repose chose.
Spring's Messengers
© John Clare
Where slanting banks are always with the sun
The daisy is in blossom even now;
