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Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible-
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so I wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

The Improvisatore, Or, 'John Anderson, My Jo, John'

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.-EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.

The Idle Shepherd Boys

© William Wordsworth

The valley rings with mirth and joy;

Among the hills the echoes play

The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini

© Robert Browning

That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
I doubt, I will decide, then act, said I
Then beckoned my companions: Time is come!

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Student's Tale; The Falcon of Ser Federigo

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Who is thy mother, my fair boy?" he said,
His hand laid softly on that shining head.
"Monna Giovanna. Will you let me stay
A little while, and with your falcon play?
We live there, just beyond your garden wall,
In the great house behind the poplars tall."

The Mistletoe

© George MacDonald

Kiss me: there now, little Neddy,

Do you see her staring steady?

More Sonnets At Christmas III

© Allen Tate

Nobody said that he could be a plumber,
Carpenter, clerk, bus-driver, bombardier;
Let little boys go into violent slumber,
Aegean squall and squalor where their fear
Is of an enemy in remote oceans
Unstalked by Christ: these are the better notions.

Beneath The Snow

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Twas near the close of the dying year,
And Decembers winds blew cold and drear,
Driving the snow and sharp blinding sleet
In gusty whirls through square and street,
Shrieking more wildly and fiercely still
In the dreary grave-yard that crowns the hill.

Since We Must Die

© Alfred Austin

Though we must die, I would not die

When fields are brown and bleak,

The World In The Heart

© Jane Taylor

The charms of mental converse some may fear,
Who scruple not to lend a ready ear
To kitchen tales, of scandal, strife, and love,
Which make the maid and mistress hand and glove ;
And ever deem the sin and danger less,
Merely for being in a vulgar dress.

The Great Hunger

© Patrick Kavanagh

Convoy

© Charles Causley

Draw the blanket of ocean
Over the frozen face.
He lies, his eyes quarried by glittering fish,
Staring through the green freezing sea-glass
At the Northern Lights.

A Christmas Carol

© Charles Kingsley

It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve,

I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary-

Almanac Des Bergers -1591

© John Kenyon

Pocula Janus amatet Febrius, algeo clamat;

Martius arva colitAprilis florida prodit

The Approach Of Christmas

There's a little chap at our house that is being mighty good--
Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the way we've said he should;
Doesn't leave his little wagon, when he's finished with his play,
On the sidewalk as he used to; now he puts it right away.
When we call him in to supper, we don't have to stand and shout;
It is getting on to Christmas and it's plain he's found it out.

Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794

What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song

Applied Geometry by Russell Libby: American Life in Poetry #194 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-

© Ted Kooser

Father and child doing a little math homework together; it's an everyday occurrence, but here, Russell Libby, a poet who writes from Three Sisters Farm in central Maine, presents it in a way that makes it feel deep and magical.

Applied Geometry

Rokeby: Canto V.

"Summer eve is gone and past,
Summer dew is falling fast;
I have wander'd all the day,
Do not bid me farther stray!
Gentle hearts, of gentle kin,
Take the wandering harper in."