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Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle

© William Wordsworth

Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.

THERE WERE four apples on the bough,
Half gold half red, that one might know
The blood was ripe inside the core;
The colour of the leaves was more
Like stems of yellow corn that grow
Through all the gold June meadows floor.

From the Grave

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,
A voice I fancied forever stilled.

The Past

© William Cullen Bryant

Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.

Georgic 2

© Publius Vergilius Maro

Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;

Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,

An Out-Worn Sappho

© James Whitcomb Riley

How tired I am! I sink down all alone

Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,

Love Sonnets

© Charles Harpur

How beautiful doth the morning rise
Oer the hills, as from her bower a bride
Comes brightenedblushing with the shame-faced pride
Of love that now consummated supplies

Love's Reward

© William Morris

It was a knight of the southern land
Rode forth upon the way
When the birds sang sweet on either hand
About the middle of the May.

The Haunch Of Venison

© Oliver Goldsmith

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE

THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter

To The Memory Of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Dec: 16 -- My Birthday.

© Jane Austen

Angelic Woman! past my power to praise
In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind.
Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!-
Thou friend and ornament of Humankind!-

Love still has something of the sea

© Sir Charles Sedley

Love still has something of the sea,
From whence his Mother rose;
No time his slaves from doubt can free,
Nor give their thoughts repose.

The Wind on the Hills

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Go not to the hills of Erin
When the night winds are about,
Put up your bar and shutter,
And so keep the danger out.

Ode - On the Death of a Young Lady

© John Logan

The peace of Heaven attend thy shade,
My early friend, my favourite maid!
When life was new, companions gay,
We hail'd the morning of our day.

Washing And Dressing

© Ann Taylor

AH! why will my dear little girl be so cross,
And cry, and look sulky, and pout?
To lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss,
I can't even kiss her without.

Glucose Self-Monitoring by Katy Giebenhain: American Life in Poetry #33 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea

© Ted Kooser

Katy Giebenhain, an American living in Berlin, Germany, depicts a ritual that many diabetics undergo several times per day: testing one’s blood sugar. The poet shows us new ways of looking at what can be an uncomfortable chore by comparing it to other things: tapping trees for syrup, checking oil levels in a car, milking a cow.