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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III
© Samuel Butler
Quoth RALPHO, Truly that is no
Hard matter for a man to do,
That has but any guts in 's brains,
And cou'd believe it worth his pains;
But since you dare and urge me to it,
You'll find I've light enough to do it.
The Thin People
© Sylvia Plath
They are always with us, the thin people
Meager of dimension as the gray people
Guy Of The Temple
© John Hay
Night hangs above the valley; dies the day
In peace, casting his last glance on my cross,
And warns me to my prayers. _Ave Maria!
Mother of God! the evening fades
On wave and hill and lea_,
The Psalm Of Adonis - excerpt from Idyll XV.
© Theocritus
O Queen that loves Golgi, and Idalium,
And the steep of Eryx,
O Aphrodite, that playes with gold,
Lo, from the stream eternal of Acheron
Learn To Smile
© Edgar Albert Guest
The good Lord understood us when He taught us how to smile;
He knew we couldn't stand it to be solemn all the while;
He knew He'd have to shape us so that when our hearts were gay,
We could let our neighbors know it in a quick and easy way.
Inscription, In The Parsonage, Bemerton, To My Successor
© George Herbert
If thou chance for to find
A new house to thy mind
And built without thy cost:
Be good to the poor,
As God gives thee store,
And then my labour's not lost.
Expostulation and Reply
© William Wordsworth
Why, William, on that old gray stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
The Borough. Letter IV: Sects And Professions In Religion
© George Crabbe
"SECTS in Religion?"--Yes of every race
We nurse some portion in our favour'd place;
Italy : 24. Florence
© Samuel Rogers
Of all the fairest Cities of the Earth
None is so fair as Florence. 'Tis a gem
Of purest ray; and what a light broke forth,
When it emerged from darkness! Search within,
Upon A Lowering Of Morning
© John Bunyan
Thus 'tis when gospel light doth usher in
To us both sense of grace and sense of sin;
Yea, when it makes sin red with Christ's blood,
Then we can weep till weeping does us good.
The Kangaroo
© Barron Field
When sooty swans are once more rare,
And duck-moles the Museum's care,
Be still the glory of this land,
Happiest Work of finest Hand!
The Task: Book VI. -- The Winter Walk at Noon
© William Cowper
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitchd the ear is pleased
Evangeline: Part The First. I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pré
Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie
© Edmund Spenser
I SING of deadly dolorous debate,
Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,
Spare Parts by Trish Dugger: American Life in Poetry #153 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
In this endearing short poem by Californian Trish Dugger, we can imagine âwhat if?â? What if we had been given âa baker's dozen of hearts?â? I imagine many more and various love poems would be written. Here Ms. Dugger, Poet Laureate of the City of Encinitas, makes fine use of the one patched but good heart she has.
Spare Parts
We barge out of the womb
with two of them: eyes, ears,
