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Epigram On My Wedding- Day To Penelope

© George Gordon Byron

This day, of all our days, has done
The worst for me and you :-
'Tis just six years since we were one,
And five since we were two.

Echo.

© Robert Crawford

Here, Echo, was thy reign of old,
Among these hills, a mystic crowd
Whose thunder rolled
When they speak loud

Encounter at St. Martin's

© Ken Smith

I tell a wanderer's tale, the same
I began long ago, a boy in a barn,
I am always lost in it. THe place
is always strange to me. In my pocket

Esau

© John Newton

Poor Esau repented too late

That once he his birth-right despised;

Elegy XVII: On His Mistress

© John Donne

By our first strange and fatal interview,

By all desires which thereof did ensue,

Elegy to the Old Man Hokuju

© Yosa Buson

You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
thousand pieces.
Why is it so far away?

England My Mother

© William Watson

England my mother,
Wardress of waters.
Builder of peoples,
Maker of men,-

Who next appears thus stalking by his side?
Why that is one who'd sooner die than-ride!
No inch of ground can maps unheard of show
Untrac'd by him, unknown to every toe:
As if intent this punning age to suit,
The globe's circumf'rence meas'ring by the foot.

Eclogue:--Two Farms In Woone

© William Barnes

You'll lose your meäster soon, then, I do vind;
He's gwaïn to leäve his farm, as I do larn,
At Miëlmas; an' I be zorry vor'n.
What, is he then a little bit behind?

Emancipation Day

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

The sixties brought a clash of arms
The mem'ry of it thrills and charms
While Negro slaves for freedom prayed,
Till Heaven bowed to give them aid.

Epitaph of Cleita, Nurse of Medeius

© Theocritus

The babe Medeius to his Thracian nurse
This stone--inscribed _To Cleita_--reared in the midhighway.
Her modest virtues oft shall men rehearse;
Who doubts it? is not 'Cleita's worth' a proverb to this day?

Enceladus

© Alfred Noyes

And hungered, yet no comrade of the wolf,
And cold, but with no power upon the sun,
A master of this world that mastered him!

Elegiac II.

Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing,
Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian,
Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them,
Orbs in a dark umbrage luminous and radiant;