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Poetry And Reality

© Jane Taylor

THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,

With all his might pursuing fame or gold,

Written In Richmond

© John Kenyon

Thames swept along in summer pride,

Sparkling beneath his verdant edge;

The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

Part Of The Fifth Scene In The Second Act Of Athalia

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

[Abner]
Oh! just avenging Heaven! [aside.

Calgary Station

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,
These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;
Dumb with the awe of those whom fate has hurled,
Breathless, upon the threshold of a world!

From House To House

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

The first was like a dream through summer heat,
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.

The Last Song of Sappho

© Giacomo Leopardi

Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray

Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er

A Creature Catechism

© Bliss William Carman

I

Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea?

The Aurora On The Clyde

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

AH me, how heavily the night comes down,
Heavily, heavily:
Fade the curved shores, the blue hills' serried throng,
The darkening waves we oared in light and song:

Nevermore at doorways that are barken
Shall the madcap wind knock and the noonlight;
Nor the circle, which thou once didst darken,
Shine with footsteps of the neighboring moonlight,
Visitors for whom thou oft didst hearken.

The Emigrants Monument At Point St. Charles

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

A kindly thought, a generous deed,
Ye gallant sons of toil!
No nobler trophy could ye raise
On your adopted soil
Than this monument to your kindred dead,
Who sleep beneath in their cold, dark bed.

Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts

© Hannah More

PART I.

Florio, a youth of gay renown,

The Patient's Sweater

© Boris Pasternak

A life of its own and a long one is led
By this penguin, with nothing to do with the breast-
The wingless pullover, the patient's old vest;
Now pass it some warmth, move the lamp to the bed.

Les Chats (Cats)

Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.

The Poor Man Dreams

Perhaps an Evening awaits me

when I shall drink I peace in some old Town,

Decoration

MID the flower-wreathed tombs I stand
Bearing lilies in my hand.
Comrades! in what soldier-grave
Sleeps the bravest of the brave?

Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith

'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'