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Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling,
One glimmering lamp was expiring and low,--
Around the dark tide of the tempest was swelling,
Along the wild mountains night-ravens were yelling,
They bodingly presaged destruction and woe!
Fried Beauty by R. S. Gwynn: American Life in Poetry #166 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Texas poet R. S. Gwynn is a master of the light touch. Here he picks up on Gerard Manley Hopkins' sonnet âPied Beauty,â? which many of you will remember from school, and offers us a picnic instead of a sermon. I hope you enjoy the feast!
Fried Beauty
Full Oft Doth Matt. With Topaz Dine - In Chaucer's Style
© Matthew Prior
Full oft doth Matt. with Topaz dine,
Eateth baked meats, drinketh Greek wine:
But Topas his own worke rehearseth,
And Matt. mote praise what Topaz verseth.
Now shure as priest did e'er shrive sinner,
Full hardly earneth Matt. his dinner.
Farewell To Italy
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy!
My lonely bark is launched upon the sea
Finis
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A MOMENT'S gleam, hint of sunnier weather,
Borne from the storm-clouds and the mists of fate;
Dawned, with a tender "Peradventure" hither,
A soft "Perchance it is not yet too late!"
Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem
© James Russell Lowell
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,
And have some reason to surmise that I descend from Adam;
From
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
EV'RY youth for love's sweet portion sighs,
Ev'ry maiden sighs to win man's love;
Fragment: "Igniculus Desiderii"
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
To thirst and find no fillto wail and wander
With short unsteady stepsto pause and ponder--
To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle
Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle;
For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
CITY OF BOSTON, JUNE 1, 1865
CHORAL: "LUTHER'S JUDGMENT HYMN."
For A Trafalgar Cenotaph
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Lover of England, stand awhile and gaze
With thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;
They rest beyond the speech of human pride
Who served with Nelson and with Nelson died.
From Loraine
© George Essex Evans
I have seen the plains lying baked and bare,
When drought and famine hold revel there,
And the cattle sink where the rotting shoals
Of the fish float dead in the waterholes.
Foraarstegn
© Jeppe Aakjaer
Mor, har du set, hvad der staar bag Diget?
Gæslingblomster saa bitte smaa!
From Faust - V. Margaret At Her Spinning-Wheel
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
When gone is he,
The grave I see;
The world's wide all
Is turned to gall.
Fumant Dans Le Cristal
© André Marie de Chénier
Fumant dans le cristal, que Bacchus à longs flots
Partout aille à la ronde éveiller les bons mots.
Flowers And Light
© Lesbia Harford
Flowers have uncountable ways of pretending to be
Not solid, but moonlight or sunlight or starlight with scent.
Primroses strive for the colour of sunshine on lawns
Dew-besprent.
From The Window
© Heinrich Heine
Well, this is awful weather;
Storming with rain and snow!
I sit at the window, staring
Into the darkness below.
Filipinos, Remember Us
© Edgar Lee Masters
You, if it fall to you to take
From us the lamp that Athens gave,
Fill it with mercy for our sake,
And light us gently to the grave.
Fatherland
© Sir Henry Parkes
The brave old land of deed and song,
Of gentle hearts and spirits strong,
Fameless Graves
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,
Yet found therein not one illustrious name
Wedded by Death to Fame.
