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here rests

© Paul Celan

my sister Josephine
born july in '29
and dead these 15 years
who carried a book
on every stroll.

Honour's Martyr

© Emily Jane Brontë

The moon is full this winter night;
The stars are clear, though few;
And every window glistens bright
With leaves of frozen dew.

The Child Of The Islands - Summer

© Caroline Norton

I.
FOR Summer followeth with its store of joy;
That, too, can bring thee only new delight;
Its sultry hours can work thee no annoy,

The Crystal Lithium

© James Schuyler

The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beach

Eve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when snow lies under the street lamps and on all

When To The Attractions Of The Busy World

© William Wordsworth

WHEN, to the attractions of the busy world,
Preferring studious leisure, I had chosen
A habitation in this peaceful Vale,
Sharp season followed of continual storm

Sonnet XXV: Let those who are in Favour with their Stars

© William Shakespeare

Let those who are in favour with their stars

Of public honour and proud titles boast,

The Ballad of Reading Gaol

© Oscar Wilde

He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby gray;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.

The "William P. Frye"

© Jeanne Robert Foster

I saw her first abreast the Boston Light
At anchor; she had just come in, turned head,
And sent her hawsers creaking, clattering down.
I was so near to where the hawse-pipes fed

The Foreign Drunk

© Henry Lawson

When you get tight in foreign lands

You never need go slinking,

The Candidate

© Charles Churchill

This poem was written in , on occasion of the contest between the

Earls of Hardwicke and Sandwich for the High-stewardship of the

The Shepherds Calendar - January- Winters Day

© John Clare

Withering and keen the winter comes
While comfort flyes to close shut rooms
And sees the snow in feathers pass
Winnowing by the window glass

How came the lily maid by that good shield
Of Lancelot, she that knew not even his name?
He left it with her, when he rode to tilt
For the great diamond in the diamond jousts,
Which Arthur had ordained, and by that name
Had named them, since a diamond was the prize.

An Essay on Criticism: Part 3

Learn then what morals critics ought to show,
For 'tis but half a judge's task, to know.
'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join;
In all you speak, let truth and candour shine:
That not alone what to your sense is due,
All may allow; but seek your friendship too.