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Voyages

© Hart Crane

Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. 
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks, 
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed 
Gaily digging and scattering.

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The Lilies Of The Field

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Flowers! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye

Fell on your gentle beauty; when from you

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Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng )

© Lewis Carroll

ONE winter night, at half-past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,
Was waiting in the study.

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The King Of Brentford’s Testament

© William Makepeace Thackeray

The noble King of Brentford
 Was old and very sick,
He summon'd his physicians
 To wait upon him quick;
They stepp'd into their coaches
 And brought their best physick.

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A Day on the Big Branch

© Howard Nemerov

Still half drunk, after a night at cards,

with the grey dawn taking us unaware

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Prayer

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Give us the open mind, O God,
The mind that dares believe
In paths of thought as yet untrod;
The mind that can conceive
Large visions of a wider way
Than circumscribes our world to-day.

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Psalm I.

© John Milton

Bless'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sate.  But in the great

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My Mother-Land

© Paul Hamilton Hayne


Death! What of death?--
Can he who once drew honorable breath
In liberty's pure sphere,
Foster a sensual fear,
When death and slavery meet him face to face,

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Pretty

© Stevie Smith

Why is the word pretty so underrated?
In November the leaf is pretty when it falls 
The stream grows deep in the woods after rain 
And in the pretty pool the pike stalks

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The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry: American Life in Poetry #17 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureat

© Ted Kooser

Nearly all of us spend too much of our lives thinking about what has happened, or worrying about what's coming next. Very little can be done about the past and worry is a waste of time. Here the Kentucky poet Wendell Berry gives himself over to nature.

The Peace of Wild Things

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Sonnet VII: How soon hath Time, the Subtle Thief of Youth

© Patrick Kavanagh

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,


  Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

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Chateau Gaillard

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Shattered tower and desolated keep
Darken; far below the river shines
Under cliffs that round the twilight sweep,
Rock--rough headlands on the sky's confines
Couch asleep.

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Paschal

© Robert Pinsky

Easter was the old North 
Goddess of the dawn. 
She rises daily in the East 
And yearly in spring for the great 

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Flight

© Boris Pasternak

Yesterday my wife held me here
as I thrashed and moaned, her hand 
in my foaming mouth, and my son 
saw what he was warned he might.

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Dairy Ode

© James McIntyre

Our muse it doth refuse to sing
Of cheese made early in the spring,
When cows give milk from spring fodder
You cannot make a good cheddar.

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Lawyer and Child

© James Whitcomb Riley

How large was Alexander, father,
  That parties designate
The historic gentleman as rather
  Inordinately great?

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Thanatopsis

© William Cullen Bryant

  To him who in the love of Nature holds 

Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 

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from Odes, Book Three, 15

© Horace

I

A Tower of Brass, one would have said,

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Of Coarse Fools

© Sebastian Brant

Vile, scolding words do irritate,
Good manners thereby will abate
If sow-bell's rung from morn to late.

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Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Class of 1825 in Bowdoin College

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.
"O Cæsar, we who are about to die
Salute you!" was the gladiators' cry
In the arena, standing face to face
With death and with the Roman populace.