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Nantucket
© William Carlos Williams
Flowers through the window
lavender and yellowchanged by white curtains
Smell of cleanlinessSunshine of late afternoon
On the glass traya glass pitcher, the tumbler
Spring And All
© William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeasta cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
The Prisoner: Pt 1
© Emily Jane Brontë
In the dungeon crypts idly did I stray,
Reckless of the lives wasting there away;
"Draw the ponderous bars; open, Warder stern!"
He dare not say me naythe hinges harshly turn.
A Coquette Conquered
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Yes, my ha't's ez ha'd ez stone
Go 'way, Sam, an' lemme 'lone.
The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale
© Mary Darby Robinson
STEPHEN had long in secret sigh'd;
And STEPHEN never was deny'd:
Now, LUBIN was a modest swain,
And therefore, treated with disdain:
For, it is said, in Love and War ,--
The boldest, most successful are!
The Adieu to Love
© Mary Darby Robinson
Nor do I dread thy vengeful wiles,
Thy soothing voice, thy winning smiles,
Thy trick'ling tear, thy mien forlorn,
Thy pray'r, thy sighs, thy oaths I scorn;
No more on ME thy arrows show'r,
Capricious Love! I BRAVE THY POW'R.
Thoughts In A Zoo
© Countee Cullen
They in their cruel traps, and we in ours,
Survey each others rage, and pass the hours
Margaritae Sorori
© William Ernest Henley
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Inheritance
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
DESOLATE strange sleep and wild
Came on me while yet a child;
I, before I tasted tears,
Knew the grief of all the years.
Conscience
© Robert Southwell
My conscience is my crown;
Contented thoughts my rest;
My heart is happy in itself;
My bliss is in my breast.
Anactoria
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyes
Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs
Ode to the Moon
© Mary Darby Robinson
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour;
Blest Contemplation's placid friend;
Oft in my solitary bow'r,
I mark thy lucid beam
From thy crystal car descend,
Whitening the spangled heath, and limpid sapphire stream.
Hymn XXXIX : Night forbear; alas, our Praise,
© John Austin
Night forbear; alas, our Praise,
And our young begining hope,
The Two Sides Of The River
© William Morris
O Winter, O white winter, wert thou gone
No more within the wilds were I alone
Leaping with bent bow over stock and stone!
Subject to Change
© Marilyn L. Taylor
They are so beautiful, and so very young
they seem almost to glitter with perfection,
these creatures that I briefly move among.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter VIII - Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis
© Robert Browning
(Virgil, now, should not be too difficult
To Cinoncino,say the early books . . .
Pen, truce to further gambols! Poscimur!)
The Bride
© Caroline Norton
Where time and sorrow, guilt and care,
Have past and left their withering there:-
These are her joys; and she doth roam
Around her dear but desert home;
Peopling the vacant seats, till tears arise,
And blot the dim sweet vision from her eyes.
