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Meditation Sixty-Two
© Edward Taylor
Oh! thou, my Lord, thou king of Saints, here makst
A royall Banquet, thine to entertain
With rich and royall fare, Celestial Cates,
And sittest at the Table rich of fame.
Am I bid to this Feast? Sure Angells stare,
Such Rugged looks, and Ragged robes I ware.
Of The Spouse Of Christ
© John Bunyan
Who's this that cometh from the wilderness,
Like smokey pillars thus perfum'd with myrrh,
Eclogue Of The Liberal And The Poet
© Allen Tate
POET
Yes, look at the water grim and black
Where immense Europa rears her head,
Her face pinched and her breasts slack.
Commemorative Of A Naval Victory
© Herman Melville
Sailors there are of the gentlest breed,
Yet strong, like every goodly thing;
The Thank-Offering
© George MacDonald
My Lily snatches not my gift;
Glad is she to be fed,
But to her mouth she will not lift
The piece of broken bread,
Till on my lips, unerring, swift,
The morsel she has laid.
King Canute
© William Makepeace Thackeray
KING CANUTE was weary hearted; he had reigned for years a score,
Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;
And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild sea-shore.
Fishing Nooks
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Men will grow weary," said the Lord,
"Of working for their bed and board.
Fitz Adam's Story
© James Russell Lowell
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell
Was one whom men, before they thought, loved well,
The Black Bordered Letter
© Henry Lawson
We was warm,
We was warm,
As pals was ever seen;
We never ad a dry word
Till she come between.
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
The Minds Games
© William Carlos Williams
If a man can say of his life or
any moment of his life, There is
Winter's Approach
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
DE sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow,
Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low,
Moonlight North and South
© Robert Fuller Murray
Love, we have heard together
The North Sea sing his tune,
And felt the wind's wild feather
Brush past our cheeks at noon,
And seen the cloudy weather
Made wondrous with the moon.
Sonnet XVI. To Kosciusko
© John Keats
Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
Urania, or Spiritual Poems: Sonnet 7 - Thrice Happy He Who
© William Henry Drummond
Thrice happy he who by some shady grove
Far from the clamorous world doth live his own;
On The Posteriors
© Jonathan Swift
Because I am by nature blind,
I wisely choose to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace,
I let no creature see my face.
Brook Farm
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Down the long road, bent and brown,
Youth, that dearly loves a vision,
Ventures to the gate Elysian,
As a pilgrim from the town.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Landlord ended thus his tale,
Then rising took down from its nail
