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Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Vicisti, Galilæe.
I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;
The Woodman And The Money Hunter
© George Moses Horton
Throughout our rambles much we find;
The bee trees burst with honey;
Wild birds we tame of every kind,
At once they seem to be resign'd;
I know but one that lags behind,
There's nothing lags but money.
Good People
© William Stanley Merwin
From the kindness of my parents
I suppose it was that I held
that belief about suffering
Goodbye to the Poetry of Calcium
© James Wright
Dark cypresses-
The world is uneasily happy;
It will all be forgotten.
-Theodore Storm
Stars and Moon
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Beneath the stars and summer moon
A pair of wedded lovers walk,
Upon the stars and summer moon
They turn their happy eyes, and talk.
Woak Wer Good Enough Woonce
© William Barnes
Ees: now mahogany's the goo,
An' good wold English woak won't do.
Book Of Proverbs
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
CALL on the present day and night for nought,
Save what by yesterday was brought.
Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals
© William Wordsworth
YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes
With firmer soul, yet labour to regain
Our ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vain
To gather round the bier these festal shows.
Satire IV
© John Donne
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
Constancy to an Ideal Object
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Since all that beat about in Nature's range,
Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou remain
"Needs must I sing"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Lady, relent: thou whom all gifts adorn,
Who dost all worth and every grace display,
More than all other dames that e'er were born,
And give me kindly succour, since you may.
Paradise Lost: Book XII (1674)
© Patrick Kavanagh
AS one who in his journey bates at Noone,
Though bent on speed, so heer the Archangel paus'd
Betwixt the world destroy'd and world restor'd,
If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;
Then with transition sweet new Speech resumes.
McBreens Heifer
© William Percy French
Now there's no denyin' Kitty was remarkably pretty,
Tho' I can't say the same for Jane,
But still there's not the differ of the price of a heifer,
Between the pretty and the plain.
Rescue The Slave
© Anonymous
This song was composed while George Latimer, the fugitive slave, was
confined in Leverett Street Jail, Boston, expecting to be carried back
to Virginia by James B. Gray, his claimant.
Eight Variations
© Weldon Kees
1.
Prurient tapirs gamboled on our lawns,
But that was quite some time ago.
Now one is accosted by asthmatic bulldogs,
Sluggish in the hedges, ruminant.
Gnothi Seauton
© Samuel Johnson
What then remains? Must I, in slow decline,
To mute inglorious ease old age resign?
Or, bold ambition kindling in my breast,
Attempt some arduous task? Or, were it best,
Brooding o'er lexicons to pass the day,
And in that labour drudge my life away?
Maxime Labelle
© William Henry Drummond
Victoriaw: she have beeg war, E-gyp's de nam' de place--
An' neeger peep dat's leev 'im dere, got very black de face,
An' so she's write Joseph Mercier, he's stop on Trois Rivieres--
"Please come right off, an' bring wit' you t'ree honder voyageurs.
