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Saul And David
© Anthony Evan Hecht
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul
Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent,
That squatted within him wheresoever he went
.......And possessed the soul of Saul.
The Organ-Boys Appeal
© William Makepeace Thackeray
O SIGNOR BRODERIP, you are a wickid ole man,
You wexis us little horgin-boys whenever you can:
How dare you talk of Justice, and go for to seek
To pussicute us horgin-boys, you senguinary Beek?
The Transparent Man
© Anthony Evan Hecht
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis,
And thank you very kindly for this visit--
Especially now when all the others here
Are having holiday visitors, and I feel
A Letter
© Anthony Evan Hecht
I have been wondering
What you are thinking about, and by now suppose
It is certainly not me.
But the crocus is up, and the lark, and the blundering
Blood knows what it knows.
It talks to itself all night, like a sliding moonlit sea.
Three Palinodias.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Beginning, rudely, I admit,
To treat the lady with a text.
To this she hearken'd not at all,
But hasten'd to his principal:
"None are so wise, they say, as you,--
Is not the world enough for two?
November
© John Keble
Red oer the forest peers the setting sun;
The line of yellow light dies fast away
That crownd the eastern copse; and chill and dun
Falls on the moor the brief November day.
The Wrangler.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONE day a shameless and impudent wight
Went into a shop full of steel wares bright,
Arranged with art upon ev'ry shelf.
He fancied they were all meant for himself;
Tempura Mutantur
© James Russell Lowell
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,
Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,
Good Templars' Song
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
O Good Templars!
There's work for us to-day.
Then gird your armor on again,
And only pause to pray.
The Buyers.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To an apple-woman's stallOnce some children nimbly ran;
Longing much to purchase all,
They with joyous haste began
Snatching up the piles there raised,
The Fool's Epilogue.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MANY good works I've done and ended,
Ye take the praise--I'm not offended;
For in the world, I've always thought
Each thing its true position hath sought.
A Parable.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand, I found
The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground.
The Two Founts. Stanzas Addressed To A Lady On Her Recovery, With Unblemished Looks, From A Severe A
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be,
That thou, sweet friend, such anguish should'st endure
When straight from Dreamland came a dwarf, and he
Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure.
To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho
© Sappho
Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys
These doth one call, those doth another, fairest
Two Sunsets
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the fair morning of his life,
When his pure heart lay in his breast,
Panting, with all that wild unrest
To plunge into the great world's strife
Too Late
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN Love, sweet Love, was tangled in my snare
I clipped his wings, and dressed his cage with flowers,
Faithful Eckart.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The band of the Sorceress sisters.
They hitherward speed, and on finding us here,
They'll drink, though with toil we have fetch'd it, the beer,
Response
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Beside that milestone where the level sun,
Nigh unto setting, sheds his last, low rays
