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How came the lily maid by that good shield
Of Lancelot, she that knew not even his name?
He left it with her, when he rode to tilt
For the great diamond in the diamond jousts,
Which Arthur had ordained, and by that name
Had named them, since a diamond was the prize.

During the War

© Philip Levine

When my brother came home from war
he carried his left arm in a black sling
but assured us most of it was still there.
Spring was late, the trees forgot to leaf out.

Definition of the Frontiers

© Archibald MacLeish

First there is the wind but not like the familiar wind but long and without lapses or falling away or surges of air as is usual but rather like the persistent pressure of a river or a running tide.
This wind is from the other side and has an odor unlike the odor of the winds with us but like time if time had odor and were cold and carried a bitter and sharp taste like rust on the taste of snow or the fragrance of thunder.
When the air has this taste of time the frontiers are not far from us.
Then too there are the animals. There are always animals under the small trees. They belong neither to our side nor to theirs but are wild and because they are animals of such kind that wildness is unfamiliar in them as the horse for example or the goat and often sheep and dogs and like creatures their wandering there is strange and even terrifying signaling as it does the violation of custom and the subversion of order.

The Exiles Secret

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Why tell each idle guess, each whisper vain?
Enough: the scorched and cindered beams remain.
He came, a silent pilgrim to the West,
Some old-world mystery throbbing in his breast;
Close to the thronging mart he dwelt alone;
He lived; he died. The rest is all unknown.

A Dialogue between the Soul and the Body

© Andrew Marvell

SOUL

O who shall, from this dungeon, raise

An Essay on Criticism: Part 3

© Alexander Pope

Learn then what morals critics ought to show,
For 'tis but half a judge's task, to know.
'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join;
In all you speak, let truth and candour shine:
That not alone what to your sense is due,
All may allow; but seek your friendship too.

Delia XXXVII

© Samuel Daniel

When men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass,

And thou, with careful brow sitting alone,

Sympathy

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;

Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto III

© Samuel Butler

What made thee, when they all were gone,
And none but thou and I alone,
To act the Devil, and forbear
To rid me of my hellish fear?

The Squatter's Baccy Famine.

© James Brunton Stephens

IN blackest gloom he cursed his lot;

His breath was one long weary sigh;

In The Churchyard At Cambridge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the village churchyard she lies,
Dust is in her beautiful eyes,
No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs;
At her feet and at her head
Lies a slave to attend the dead,
But their dust is white as hers.

The Triumph Of Man

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

I plod and peer amid mean sounds and shapes,
I hunt for dusty gain and dreary praise,
And slowly pass the dismal grinning days,
Monkeying each other like a line of apes.

Leonainie

Leonainie--Angels named her;

And they took the light

Ballades III - Of Blue China

© Andrew Lang

Come, snarl at my ecstasies, do,
Kind critic; your tongue has a tang,
Buta sage never heeded a shrew
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.

Money Won’t Change It (but time will take you on)

You’re rich, lady, hissed the young woman at
My mother as she bent in her garden.
Look at what you’ve got, and it was
Too much, the collards and tomatoes,
A man, however lousy, taking care
of the bills.