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On First Reading John Goodbys irish Poetry Since 1950
© Barry Tebb
Barbarous insult to Yeats memory and Claudels
The Winds
© William Lisle Bowles
When dark November bade the leaves adieu,
And the gale sung amid the sea-boy's shrouds,
Prometheus Unbound
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
First Voice.
But never bowed our snowy crest
As at the voice of thine unrest.
Nearing Port
© Mary Hannay Foott
Now welcome, kindly welcome, who come to me for cheer!
My forts may frown on others, but ye have nought to fear.
The cannons flash and thunder are all for joy to-day,
No murmurs meet your coming,none wish to bar your way.
A Career
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
He lived a silent life alone,
And laid him down when it was done;
And at his head was placed a stone
On which was carved a name unknown!
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part IV
© Madison Julius Cawein
_They who die young are blest.--
Should we not envy such?
They are Earth's happiest,
God-loved and favored much!--
They who die young are blest._
A Country Pathway
© James Whitcomb Riley
I come upon it suddenly, alone--
A little pathway winding in the weeds
That fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own,
I wander as it leads.
Vers De Société
© Philip Larkin
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps
To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps
You'd care to join us? In a pig's arse, friend.
Day comes to an end.
The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.
And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I'm afraid-
Sonnet 147: "My love is as a fever longing still,..."
© William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
