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Like Him Who Great reports Of Tilth Rejects

© Charles Harpur

Like him who great reports of tilth rejects,
Because his own is a most barren field,
Is he who mans divinity suspects,
Because his own soul doth so little yield.

Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Quartus

Your naturally beautiful reflection will gain entry into the clear waters of the
Gambhira River, as into a clear mind. Therefore it is not fitting that you, out
of obstinancy, should render futile her glances which are the darting leaps of
little fish, as white as night-lotus flowers.

Report From The Besieged City

© Zbigniew Herbert

I am supposed to be exact but I don't know when the invasion began
two hundred years ago in December in September perhaps yesterday at dawn
everyone here suffers from a loss of the sense of time

Lara. A Tale

© George Gordon Byron

Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew.
"The last alternative befits me best,
And thus I answer for mine absent guest."

The Borough. Letter I

© George Crabbe

"DESCRIBE the Borough"--though our idle tribe

May love description, can we so describe,

Aforetime

© Thomas Sturge Moore

Thou findest parables;
With fond imagination
Adorning truth
For the successive
Unpersuaded
Generations.

Tale I

© George Crabbe

THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.

That all men would be cowards if they dare,

The Shepherd's Week : Saturday; or, The Flights

© John Gay

Bowzybeus.

Sublimer strains, O rustic muse, prepare;

Under Stars by Tess Gallagher: American Life in Poetry #81 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

I have raised the metal flag
so its shadow under the roadlamp
leaves an imprint on the rain-heavy bushes.
Now I will walk back
thinking of the few lights still on
in the town a mile away.

The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto II

© Richard Savage

What scene of agony the garden brings;
The cup of gall; the suppliant king of kings!
The crown of thorns; the cross, that felt him die;
These, languid in the sketch, unfinish'd lie.

Tannhauser

© Emma Lazarus

Far into Wartburg, through all Italy,
In every town the Pope sent messengers,
Riding in furious haste; among them, one
Who bore a branch of dry wood burst in bloom;
The pastoral rod had borne green shoots of spring,
And leaf and blossom. God is merciful.

New-Englands Crisis

© Benjamin Tompson

IN seventy five the Critick of our years

Commenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.

The Ghost - Book III

It was the hour, when housewife Morn

With pearl and linen hangs each thorn;

The Traveller; or, A Prospect of Society

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow

Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,

Don Juan: Canto The Sixth

'There is a tide in the affairs of men

Which,--taken at the flood,'--you know the rest,

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 251-500 (Whinfield Translation)

© Omar Khayyám

Are you depressed? Then take of bhang one grain,
Of rosy grape-juice take one pint or twain;
Sufis, you say, must not take this or that,
Then go and eat the pebbles off the plain!