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Carmen Seculare. For the Year 1700. To The King

© Matthew Prior

Thy elder Look, Great Janus, cast

Into the long Records of Ages past:

To the University of Cambridge

© Phillis Wheatley

While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write,

The muses promise to assist my pen;

Two Songs

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

Let me die by the sea!
When the great deeps are sundered and stirred,
And the night cometh fast,
Let my spirit mount up like a bird,
On the wings of the blast.

An Introduction To The Ensuing Discourse.

© John Bunyan

These lines I at this time present
To all that will them heed,
Wherein I show to what intent
God saith, Convert[2] with speed.

A Dialogue At Fiesole

© Alfred Austin

HE.
Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seat
Is for your queenliness a natural throne;
As I am fitly couched on this low sward,
Here at your feet.

For What She Had Done

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

She had to die.
This Omoo knew.
He also knew he could not kill her.
Not even try to kill her.

Frank Little At Calvary

© Lola Ridge

Life thunders on…
Over the black bridge
The line of lighted cars
Creeps like a monstrous serpent
Spooring gold…

Today's News by David Tucker: American Life in Poetry #156 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

We greatly appreciate your newspaper's use of this column, and today we want to recognize newspaper employees by including a poem from the inside of a newsroom. David Tucker is deputy managing editor of the New Jersey âStar-Ledgerâ? and has been a reporter and editor at the âToronto Starâ? and the âPhiladelphia Inquirer.â? He was on the âStar-Ledgerâ? team that won the 2005 Pulitzer Prize for breaking news. Mr. Tucker was awarded a Witter-Bynner fellowship for poetry in 2007 by former U. S. Poet Laureate, Donald Hall.

Today's News

Charles VII And Joan Of Arc At Rheims

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

A glorious pageant filled the church of the proud old city of Rheims,
One such as poet artists choose to form their loftiest themes:
There France beheld her proudest sons grouped in a glittering ring,
To place the crown upon the brow of their now triumphant king.

The Shepheardes Calender: May

© Edmund Spenser

May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers.
Palinode.
IS not thilke the mery moneth of May,
When loue lads masken in fresh aray?

On Our Eleventh Anniversary by Susan Browne : American Life in Poetry #214 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet La

© Ted Kooser

Sometimes I wonder at my wife's forbearance. She's heard me tell the same stories dozens of times, and she still politely laughs when she should. Here's a poem by Susan Browne, of California, that treats an oft-told story with great tenderness. On Our Eleventh Anniversary

You're telling that story again about your childhood,

He Mourned His Master

© Henry Lawson

But soon their forms had vanished all,
And night came down the ranges faster,
And no one saw the shadows fall
Upon the dog that mourned his master.

The First Fan

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WHEN rose the cry "Great Pan is dead!"
And Jove's high palace closed its portal,
The fallen gods, before they fled,
Sold out their frippery to a mortal.

Epilogue--To The Poet's Sitter

Wherein he excuseth himself for the manner of the Portrait.

Ballade 1

The stag was very proud of his swiftness,

Of running ten miles in one breath,

Accolon Of Gaul: Part II

"She comes! her presence, like a moving song
Breathed soft of loveliest lips and lute-like tongue,
Sways all the gurgling forests from their rest:
I fancy where her rustling foot is pressed,
So faltering, love seems timid, but how strong
That darling love that flutters in her breast!

Boy O' Mine

"Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you,
This is my dream and my thought and my care for you:
Strong be the spirit which dwells in the breast of you,
Never may folly or shame get the best of you;
You shall be tempted in fancied security,
But make no choice that is stained with impurity.