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Sonnet LXVII: On Passing over a Dreary Tract

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky,

Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;

My Great Great Etc. Uncle Patrick Henry

© James Tate

There's a fortune to be made in just about everything

in this country, somebody's father had to invent

God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop

© Robert Southey

The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That in winter the corn was growing yet,
'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The grain lie rotting on the ground.

Jubilate Agno (excerpt)

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.

For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.

Astrophel and Stella: LXXI

© Sir Philip Sidney

Who will in fairest book of nature know

How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be,

Astrophel and Stella

© Sir Philip Sidney

Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.

If only we too could discover a pure contained
human place our own strip of fruit-bearing soil
between river and rock. For our own heart always exceeds us
as theirs did. And we can no longer follow it gazing
into images that soothe it into the godlike bodies
where measured more greatly if achieves a greater repose.

Miracle Ice Cream

© Adrienne Rich

Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,
and, yes, you can feel happy
with one piece of your heart.

Dickinson Poems by Number

© Emily Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

The Lark and Her Young Ones with the Owner of a Field

© Wright Elizur

"Depend upon yourself alone," Has to a common proverb grown

The Animals Sick of the Plague

© Wright Elizur

The sorest ill that Heaven hath Sent on this lower world in wrath,-- The plague (to call it by its name,) One single day of which Would Pluto's ferryman enrich,-- Waged war on beasts, both wild and tame

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798

© William Wordsworth

Five years have past; five summers, with the lengthOf five long winters! and again I hearThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springsWith a soft inland murmur

Will and Testament

The Aucthour (though loth to leave the Citie)vpon her Friendes procurement, is constrainedto departe: wherfore (she fayneth as she would die)and maketh her WYLL and Testæment, as foloweth:With large Legacies of such Goods and richeswhich she moste aboundantly hath left behind her:and therof maketh LONDON sole executor to seher Legacies performed

Dithyramb

Sunbright ale is royal food,Jarring cups disloyal feud. I will cheer my soaking mood Till the orchards reel.

Upon His Majesty’s Repairing of Paul’s

Scarce suffer'd more upon Melita's shore,Than did his Temple in the sea of Time(Our Nation's Glory, and our Nation's Crime)When the first Monarch of this happy Isle,Mov'd with the ruin of so brave a pile,This work of cost and piety begunTo be accomplish'd by his glorious Son:Who all that came within the ample thoughtOf his wise Sire, has to perfection brought