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A Poem Beginning with a Line by Pindar

© Robert Duncan

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The light foot hears you and the brightness begins
god-step at the margins of thought,
quick adulterous tread at the heart.

Freedom's Plow

© Langston Hughes

First in the heart is the dream-
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
His eyes look out on the world,
On the great wooded world,
On the rich soil of the world,
On the rivers of the world.

Louisa To Strephon

© Jonathan Swift

Ah! Strephon, how can you despise
Her, who without thy pity dies!
To Strephon I have still been true,
And of as noble blood as you;

Stanzas To the Memory Of George III

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

'Among many nations was there no King like him.' Nehemiah, xiii, 26.

'Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?' 2 Samuel, iii, 38.

Complaint of the Absence of Her Love Being Upon the Sea

© Henry Howard

O happy dames, that may embrace

The fruit of your delight,

Evening And Morning

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Over the roof, like burnished men,

The stars tramp high.

Address For The Opening Of The Fifth Avenue Theatre

HANG out our banners on the stately tower
It dawns at last--the long-expected hour!
The steep is climbed, the star-lit summit won,
The builder's task, the artist's labor done;
Before the finished work the herald stands,
And asks the verdict of your lips and hands!

Moving Bells

© Henry Van Dyke

Dear is the magic of this hour: she seems
To walk before the dark by falling rills,
And lend a sweeter song to hidden streams;
She opens all the doors of night, and fills
With moving bells the music of my dreams,
That wander far among the sleeping hills.

Dogs Are Shakespearean, Children Are Strangers

© Delmore Schwartz

Dogs are Shakespearean, children are strangers.

Let Freud and Wordsworth discuss the child,

The Laurentians

© Frederick George Scott

These mountains once, throned in some primal sea,
Shook half the world with thunder, and the sun
Pierced not the gloom that clung about their crest;
Now with sealed lips, toilers from toil set free,
Unvexed by fate, the part they played being done,
They watch and wait in venerable rest.

Paradise Lost: Book I (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.

The Hunting of the Snark

© Lewis Carroll

"Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.

Night Feeding

Deeper than sleep but not so deep as death

I lay there dreaming and my magic head

The Beautiful Land of Nod

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
To the beautiful Land of Nod.

Metropolitan

© John Fuller

In cities there are tangerine briefcases on the down-platform
and jet parkas on the up-platform; in the mother of cities
there is equal anxiety at all terminals.
West a business breast, North a morose jig, East a false