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The Woman Who Came Behind Him In The Crowd
© George MacDonald
Near him she stole, rank after rank;
She feared approach too loud;
She touched his garment's hem, and shrank
Back in the sheltering crowd.
The Education of a Poet by Leslie Monsour: American Life in Poetry #61 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureat
© Ted Kooser
Everywhere I travel I meet people who want to write poetry but worry that what they write won't be "any good." No one can judge the worth of a poem before it's been written, and setting high standards for yourself can keep you from writing. And if you don't write you'll miss out on the pleasure of making something from words, of seeing your thoughts on a page. Here Leslie Monsour offers a concise snapshot of a self-censoring poet.
The Banner Of The Covenanters
© Caroline Norton
I.
HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play,
Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers dies away;
Here, where the stranger paces slow along the silent halls,
Agnes
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
The wrecks still left to show.
Anti-Thelyphthora. A Tale In Verse
© William Cowper
Airy del Castro was as bold a knight
As ever earned a lady's love in fight.
Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
From A Satire Written To King James I
© George Wither
Did I not know a great man's power and might
In spite of innocence can smother right,
The Chaperon
© George Ade
I love to chaperon a bunch
Of beautiful buds, and I've a hunch
The reason they all send for me
It's because I'm gay as I used to be,
'Way back in the summer of eighty-three
Sing hey for the chaperon!
The Axe-Helve
© Robert Frost
I've known ere now an interfering branch
Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me.
The Spagnoletto. Act III
© Emma Lazarus
RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?
Seeing Off Meng Haoran For Guangling At Yellow Crane Tower
© Li Po
My old friend's said goodbye to the west, here at Yellow Crane Tower,
In the third month's cloud of willow blossoms, he's going down to Yangzhou.
The lonely sail is a distant shadow, on the edge of a blue emptiness,
All I see is the Yangtze River flow to the far horizon.
Like Him Who Great reports Of Tilth Rejects
© Charles Harpur
Like him who great reports of tilth rejects,
Because his own is a most barren field,
Is he who mans divinity suspects,
Because his own soul doth so little yield.
Dingley And Brent
© Jonathan Swift
Dingley and Brent,
Wherever they went,
Ne'er minded a word that was spoken;
Whatever was said,
They ne'er troubled their head,
But laugh'd at their own silly joking.
The Seventeenth Book Of Homer's Odysseys
© George Chapman
…
Such speech they chang'd; when in the yard there lay
Song of Marion's Men
© William Cullen Bryant
Our band is few, but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold;
