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Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 1
© Christopher Smart
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers.
Fashions
© Alfred Noyes
Fashion on fashion on fashion,
(With only the truth growing old!)
And here's the new purple of passion,
(And love waiting out in the cold)
Who'll buy?
Miscellanies
© George Borrow
This is Denmarks holyday;
Dance, ye maidens!
Sing, ye men!
Tune, ye harpers!
Blush, ye heroes!
This is Denmarks holyday.
Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
© Walt Whitman
The great laws take and effuse without argument;
I am of the same style, for I am their friend,
I love them quits and quits-I do not halt, and make salaams.
The Pig
© Christopher Smart
In ev'ry age, and each profession,
Men err the most by prepossession;
But when the thing is clearly shown,
And fairly stated, fully known,
A Song To David
© Christopher Smart
I
O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne,
With harp of high majestic tone,
To praise the King of kings;
Farewell and Thanksgiving
© Mark van Doren
Whatever I have left unsaid
When I am dead
O'muse forgive me.
You were always there,
Flower of Youth
© Katharine Tynan
LEST Heaven be thronged with grey-beards hoary,
God, who made boys for His delight,
Stoops in a day of grief and glory
And calls them in, in from the night.
When they come trooping from the war
Our skies have many a new gold star.
How The Cat Was Belled
© Carolyn Wells
The poor rats were at their wits' end
Their homes and families to defend;
And as a last resort
They took the case to court.
We Are The Choice Of The Will
© William Ernest Henley
We tracked the winds of the world to the steps of their very
thrones;
The secret parts of the world were salted with our bones;
A Poet at Twenty
© Donald Hall
Images leap with him from branch to branch. His eyes
brighten, his head cocks, he pauses under a green bough,
alert.
And when I see him I want to hide him somewhere.
Wolf Knife
© Donald Hall
In the mid August, in the second year
of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter
almost upon us, Kantiuk and I
attempted to dash the sledge
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I
© Richard Savage
The solar fires now faint and wat'ry burn,
Just where with ice Aquarius frets his urn!
If thaw'd, forth issue, from its mouth severe,
Raw clouds, that sadden all th' inverted year.
Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto III
© Samuel Butler
Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated as to cheat;
As lookers-on feel most delight,
That least perceive a jugler's slight;
And still the less they understand,
The more th' admire his slight of hand.
Light Is More Important Than The Lantern
© Nizar Qabbani
Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Visions for the Entertainment and Instruction of Younger Minds: Happiness
© Nathaniel Cotton
Ye ductile youths, whose rising sun
Hath many circles still to run;
America
© Gertrude Stein
Once in English they said America. Was it English to them.
Once they said Belgian.
We like a fog.
Do you for weather.
December 27, 1879
© George MacDonald
Every time would have its song
If the heart were right,
Seeing Love all tender-strong
Fills the day and night.
On The Death Of President Garfield
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I SEE the Nation, as in antique ages,
Crouched with rent robes, and ashes on her head:
Her mournful eyes are deep with dark presages,
Her soul is haunted by a formless dread!
