Thereupon answered the youth: "Indeed I do not condemn you;
Stouter hearts that a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter.
Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on;
So I have come to you now, with an offer and proffer of marriage
Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth!"

To the Comet of 1843 [late version]

© Charles Harpur

But human eyes
As many and beautifulyea, more sublime
And radiant in their passion, from a more
Enlarged communion with the spirit of truth,
Shall welcome thee instead, mysterious stranger,
When thou returnst anew.

Cuaresmal

© Ramon Lopez Velarde

Tu paz -¡oh paz de cada día-
Y mi dolor que es inmortal,
Se han de casar, Amada mía,
En una noche cuaresmal.

Epochs

© Emma Lazarus

Thin summer rain on grass and bush and hedge,
Reddening the road and deepening the green
On wide, blurred lawn, and in close-tangled sedge;
Veiling in gray the landscape stretched between
These low broad meadows and the pale hills seen
But dimly on the far horizon's edge.

The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act III

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

LUIS. Oh, that name
Do not mention! do not kill me
By repeating what doth thrill me
To the centre of my frame
As with lightning. Yes, I know
That at length Polonia died.

Stella At Wood Park, A House Of Charles Ford, Esq., Near Dublin

© Jonathan Swift

Don Carlos, in a merry spight,
Did Stella to his house invite:
He entertain'd her half a year
With generous wines and costly cheer.

In The Workshop

© Bliss William Carman

And He who was bent on fashioning man
Moulded a shape from a clod,
And put the loyal heart therein;
While another stood watching by.

Wayside Ambition

© George Ade

I want to be a brakeman,
Dog gone!
Legs hangin' over the edge of a flat car,
Train goin' 'bout twenty-five miles 'n hour,
Kickin' the dog-fennel 'long the track
That's what a brakeman does.

A Blessing

© James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

A Forest Hymn

The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned

To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,

Sudden Calm

There is a bellowing in me, as of might

Unfleshed and visionless, mangling the air

Elejandrinos Eclestiasticos

Tú, Fuensanta, me libras de los lazos del mal;
Queman mi boca exangüe de Isaías los carbones;
Por ti me dan los cielos profundas contriciones
Y el ensueño me otorga su gracia episcopal.

Echo And The Ferry

© Jean Ingelow

So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tall at my feet,
And all the white orchard with fast-falling blossom was litter'd;
And under and over the branches those little birds twitter'd,
While hanging head downwards they scolded because I was seven.
A pity. A very great pity. One should be eleven.