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Awaking in New York

© Jon Anderson

Curtains forcing their will

against the wind,

The Columbiad: Book VIII

© Joel Barlow

On fame's high pinnacle their names shall shine,
Unending ages greet the group divine,
Whose holy hands our banners first unfurl'd,
And conquer'd freedom for the grateful world.

The Bridal And The Burial

© James Montgomery

I saw thee young and beautiful,

I saw thee rich and gay,

The Homely Man

© Edgar Albert Guest

Looks as though a cyclone hit him-

Can't buy clothes that seem to fit him;

Sacred And Profane Love

© Alfred Austin

Profane Love speaks
``I am the Goddess mortals call Profane,
Yet worship me as though I were divine;
Over their lives, unrecognised, I reign,
For all their thoughts are mine.

A Winter-Evening Hymn To My Fire

O-Jazz-O War Memoir: Jazz, Don’t Listen To It At Your Own Risk

© Bob Kaufman

In the beginning, in the wet

Warm dark place,

Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down
A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
We too were swept out, out by the wind,
Alone with the Tuscan grass.

The Shires

© John Fuller

Bedfordshire

A blue bird showing off its undercarriage

Bird Parliament (translation of)

© Edward Fitzgerald

And first, with Heart so full as from his Eyes
Ran weeping, up rose Tajidar the Wise;
The mystic Mark upon whose Bosom show'd
That He alone of all the Birds THE ROAD
Had travell'd: and the Crown upon his Head
Had reach'd the Goal; and He stood forth and said:

That Country

© Grace Paley

This is about the women of that country

Sometimes they spoke in slogans

The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act I

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

KING. Yes, from this rocky height,
Nigh to the sun, that with one starry light
Its rugged brow doth crown,
Headlong among the salt waves leaping down
Let him descend who so much pain perceives;
There let him raging die who raging lives.

The Canon Of Aughrim

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

You ask me of English honour, whether your Nation is just?
Justice for us is a word divine, a name we revere,
Alas, no more than a name, a thing laid by in the dust.
The world shall know it again, but not in this month or year.

Later On

Later on, later on,
Oh what many friends have gone,
Sweet lips that smiled and loving eyes that shone
Through the darkness into light,
One by one they've winged their flight
And perhaps we'll play together -- later on.

The Dwarfs of Tao-Chou

© Bai Juyi

In the land of Tao-chou

Many of the people are dwarfs;

Ferdiah; Or, The Fight At The Ford

Time is it, O Cuchullin, to arise,
Time for the fearful combat to prepare;
For hither with the anger in his eyes,
To fight thee comes Ferdiah called the Fair.

The Father of My Country

All fathers in Western civilization must have

a military origin. The

The Song of Songs

© King Solomon

The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine.
Because of the savor of thy good ointments
thy name is as ointment poured forth,
therefore do the virgins love thee.