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The Widow of Nain

© George MacDonald

Forth from the city, with the load
That makes the trampling low,
They walk along the dreary road
That dust and ashes go.

Rosaline

© James Russell Lowell

Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,

Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was bright

Together in this grave lie Benjamin Painter, attorney at law,
And Nig, his dog, constant companion, solace and friend.
Down the grey road, friends, children, men and women,
Passing one by one out of life, left me till I was alone

Indignation Jones

© Edgar Lee Masters

You would not believe, would you
That I came from good Welsh stock?
That I was purer blooded than the white trash here?
And of more direct lineage than the New Englanders

Sonnet XLVIII: Death-in-Love

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

There came an image in Life's retinue

That had Love's wings and bore his gonfalon:

Ollie McGee

© Edgar Lee Masters

Have you seen walking through the village
A man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
That is my husband who, by secret cruelty
never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty;

Tom Merritt

© Edgar Lee Masters

At first I suspected something --
She acted so calm and absent-minded.
And one day I heard the back door shut,
As I entered the front, and I saw him slink

O Glorious France

© Edgar Lee Masters

You have become a forge of snow-white fire,
A crucible of molten steel, O France!
Your sons are stars who cluster to a dawn
And fade in light for you, O glorious France!

The House Of Dust: Part 01: 04:

© Conrad Aiken

Up high black walls, up sombre terraces,
Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs,
The yellow lights went climbing towards the sky.
From high black walls, gleaming vaguely with rain,
Each yellow light looked down like a golden eye.

In State

© Forceythe Willson

I.
O Keeper of the Sacred Key,
And the Great Seal of Destiny,
Whose eye is the blue canopy,
Look down upon the warring world, and tell us what the end will be.

Father Prayer

© Margaret Widdemer

Lord God, Who let Your baby son

Pass earthward where the joys were few

The Dove

If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn,
Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain,
Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me not in scorn!"
With soft halloos of heavenly love and pain; -

Roscoe Purkapile

She loved me. Oh! how she loved me!
I never had a chance to escape
From the day she first saw me.
But then after we were married I thought

Polyphemus

ACIS ``You are brighter than either. I cannot descry you
From radiant ripple until I come nigh you.
I lose you, I find you, again you grow dimmer,
Till round me seems nothing but shadow and shimmer.
'Tis your golden-rayed ringlets that baffle and blind me.''

Thursos Landing

In the night Reave dreamed that Helen
Lay with him in the deep grave, he awoke loathing her,
But when the weak moment between sleep and waking
Was past, his need of her and his judgment of her
Knew their suspended duel; and he heard her breathing,
Irregularly, gently in the dark.