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Gerontion

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

Signs are taken for wonders. ‘We would see a sign!’
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger

from The Exeter Book: Gnomic Verses

Lincoln, Man of the People

© Edwin Markham

When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour

Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,

Song of the Open Road

© Walt Whitman

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Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

The Afterlife: Letter to Sam Hamill

© Hayden Carruth

You may think it strange, Sam, that I'm writing

a letter in these circumstances. I thought

The Step Mother

© Susanna Moodie

Well I recall my Father’s wife,

The day he brought her home.

Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle II: To a Lady on the Characters of Women

© Alexander Pope

Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most Women have no Characters at all."
Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear,
And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair.

The night was still and clear, when, o'er the snows,
Andes! thy melancholy Spirit rose,--
A shadow stern and sad: he stood alone,
Upon the topmost mountain's burning cone;
And whilst his eyes shone dim, through surging smoke,
Thus to the spirits of the fire he spoke:--

Hope

© Edgar Albert Guest

Mine is a song of hope

For the days that lie before;

Yom Kippur 1984

© Adrienne Rich

I drew solitude over me, on the long shore.
—Robinson Jeffers, “Prelude”
For whoever does not afflict his soul through this day, shall be
cut off from his people.

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:

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.

Pictures From Theocritus

© William Lisle Bowles

Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring
The high pines wave with breezy murmuring!
So sweet thy song, whose music might succeed
To the wild melodies of Pan's own reed.

The Way Of The World

© Edgar Albert Guest

IT'S ALL in the way that you look at the world,

It's all in the way that you do things,

The Canon Of Aughrim

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.

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.

An Afternoon at the Beach

© Edgar Bowers

I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.
The place I leave is beautiful: the sea
Repeats the winds’ far swell in its long sound,
And, there beside it, houses solemnly
Shine with the modest courage of the land,
While swimmers try the verge of what they see.

from Venus and Adonis

Even as the sunne with purple-colourd face,
Had tane his last leaue of the weeping morne,
Rose-cheekt Adonis hied him to the chace,
Hunting he lou'd, but loue he laught to scorne,
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amaine vnto him,
And like a bold fac'd suter ginnes to woo him.