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Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXXI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Rather I hold with those that tell it thus,
That they, who had made proof of their great faith,
Were joined no less with honour in love's house
By Holy Church, which binding looseneth,

An Elegie. Princesse Katherine Borne, Christened, Buried, I

Bright soule! teach us, to warble with what feet
Thy swathing linnen and thy winding sheet,
Weepe, or shout forth that fonts solemnitie,
Which at once christn'd and buried thee,
And change our shriller passions with that sound,
First told thee into th' ayre, then to the ground.

Horses

© Edwin Muir

Those lumbering horses in the steady plough,
On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now,
They seemed terrible, so wild and strange,
Like magic power on the stony grange.

The Last Ride Together (after Browning)

© James Kenneth Stephen

(From Her Point of View)

When I had firmly answered 'No',

Geometry by Nancy Botkin: American Life in Poetry #117 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

We knew them only in summer when the air
passed through the screens. The neighbor girls
talked to us across the great divide: attic window
to attic window. We started with our names.
Our whispers wobbled along a tightrope,
and below was the rest of our lives.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright © 2006 by Nancy Botkin. Reprinted from âPoetry East,â? Spring, 2006, by permission of the author, whose full-length book of poems, âParts That Were Once Whole,â? is available from Mayapple Press, 2007. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

Over the hills and far away

© Eugene Field

Over the hills and far away,

A little boy steals from his morning play

Loyalty to the Flag

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

In the love of home and country and the flag of Uncle Sam,
Can the loyalty be doubted of a dusky son of Ham?
Wheresoever duty calls him, as a freedman or a slave,
The response is ever hearty when "Old Glory" he would save.

I am the Great Sun

© Charles Causley

From a Normandy crucifix of 1632

I am the great sun, but you do not see me,

Samson

© Frederick George Scott

Plunged in night, I sit alone
Eyeless on this dungeon stone,
Naked, shaggy, and unkempt,
Dreaming dreams no soul hath dreamt.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Spanish Jew's Tale; The Legend of Rabbi Ben Levi

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath, read
A volume of the Law, in which it said,
"No man shall look upon my face and live."
And as he read, he prayed that God would give
His faithful servant grace with mortal eye
To look upon His face and yet not die.

El Harith

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Lightly took she her leave of me, Asmá--u,
went no whit as a guest who outstays a welcome;
Went forgetting our trysts, Burkát Shemmá--u,
all the joys of our love, our love's home, Khalsá--u.

The Woman Of Samaria

© John Newton

Jesus, to what didst thou submit
To save thy dear-bought flock from hell!
Like a pour trav'ller see him sit,
Athirst, and weary, by the well.

Non es meravelha s'eu chan

© Bernard de Ventadorn

A Mo Cortes, lai on ilh es,
tramet lo vers, e ja no.lh pes
car n'ai estat tan lonjamen.

Paradise Lost : Book VIII.

© John Milton

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear

So charming left his voice, that he a while

Under The Stars And Stripes

High on the world did our fathers of old,

Under the stars and stripes,

The Present Crisis

When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast
Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,
And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb
To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime
Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.

To George Felton Mathew

© John Keats

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;
Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view
A fate more pleasing, a delight more true

Idyll XXII. The Sons of Leda

© Theocritus

He spoke, and clutched a hollow shell, and blew
His clarion. Straightway to the shadowy pine
Clustering they came, as loud it pealed and long,
Bebrycia's bearded sons; and Castor too,
The peerless in the lists, went forth and called
From the Magnesian ship the Heroes all.