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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLVIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Suddenly then my strange companion cried,
``Bring me the body.'' In a moment more
She had thrown off her hat, her veil untied,
And motioning all the women to the door,

In Praise of Mandragora

© Muriel Stuart

O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praise
Of life, and death, and immortality,-
Of passion, that goes famished all her days,-
Of Faith, or fantasy;
Thou, all unpraised, unsung, I make this rhyme to thee.

Part of the Dialogue Between Hector and Andromache

© Samuel Johnson

She ceas'd; then godlike Hector answer'd kind -

(His various plumage sporting in the wind)

The Captivity

© Oliver Goldsmith

FIRST PROPHET.
AIR.
Our God is all we boast below,
To him we turn our eyes;
And every added weight of woe
Shall make our homage rise.

[Image][Image][Image][Image][Image] May my fears,
My filial fears, be vain ! and may the vaunts
And menace of the vengeful enemy
Pass like the gust, that roared and died away
In the distant tree : which heard, and only heard
In this low dell, bowed not the delicate grass.

A Misunderstanding

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Then I were a fool so to dream
So, friend, grant your pardon to me.
She I loved and I lost was not you,
But what I had wished you to be.

Sonnet XXX: Those Priests

© Michael Drayton

To the Vestals

Those priests which first the Vestal fire begun,

Let such pure hate still underprop

© Henry David Thoreau

Let such pure hate still underprop
Our love, that we may be
Each other's conscience,
And have our sympathy
Mainly from thence.

The Summer Rain

© Henry David Thoreau

Here while I lie beneath this walnut bough,
What care I for the Greeks or for Troy town,
If juster battles are enacted now
Between the ants upon this hummock's crown?

Paradise Lost : Book V.

© John Milton

Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime

Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,

The Bridge Builder

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

OF old the Winds came romping down,
Oh, wild and free were they!
They bent the prairie grasses low
And made a place to play.

Somnium Mystici

© George MacDonald

A Microcosm In Terza Rima

Moonrise Over Tyringham

© Edith Wharton

Now the high holocaust of hours is done,
And all the west empurpled with their death,
How swift oblivion drinks the fallen sun,
How little while the dusk remembereth!

Dream Song 22: Of 1826

© John Berryman

I am the little man who smokes & smokes.
I am the girl who does know better but.
I am the king of the pool.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
I am a government official & a goddamned fool.
I am a lady who takes jokes.

Dream Song 104: Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!

Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one!
I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done.
The hospitals were fun
in certain ways, and an honour or so,
but on the whole fifty was a mess as though
heavy clubs from below

Notes To Be Left In A Cornerstone

So, always, there were the streets and the high, clear light
And it was a crowded island and a great city;
They built high up in the air.

Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation]

As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care

Drags from the town to wholesome country air,

Orpheus

Love will make men dare to die for their beloved. . . Of this
Alcestis is a monument . . . for she was willing to lay down her
life for her husband . . . and so noble did this appear to the gods
that they granted her the privilege of returning to earth . . . but
Orpheus, the son of OEagrus, they sent empty away. . .

The Egg and the Machine

© Robert Frost

He gave the solid rail a hateful kick.
From far away there came an answering tick
And then another tick. He knew the code:
His hate had roused an engine up the road.