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The Lady's Dream
© Thomas Hood
The lady lay in her bed,
Her couch so warm and soft,
But her sleep was restless and broken still;
For turning often and oft
From side to side, she mutter'd and moan'd,
And toss'd her arms aloft.
The Wistful Lady
© Thomas Hardy
'Love, while you were away there came to me -
From whence I cannot tell -
A plaintive lady pale and passionless,
Who bent her eyes upon me critically,
And weighed me with a wearing wistfulness,
As if she knew me well.'
The Belated Swallow
© Mary Hannay Foott
Belated swallow, whither flying?
The day is dead, the light is dying,
The Holy Island
© William Henry Drummond
Dey call it de Holy Islan'
W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone,
Sappho
© Charles Kingsley
She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;
Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.
Ode
© William Wordsworth
I
IMAGINATION--ne'er before content,
But aye ascending, restless in her pride
From all that martial feats could yield
The Tewkesbury Road
© John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
A Mosca Azul
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Era uma mosca azul, asas de ouro e granada,
Filha da China ou do Indostão.
Que entre as folhas brotou de uma rosa encarnada.
Em certa noite de verão.
Birds Of Passage (From The Swedish)
© George Borrow
So hot shines the sun upon Niles yellow stream,
That the palm-trees can save us no more from his beam;
Now comes the desire for home, in full force,
And Northward our phalanx bends swiftly its course.
A Poem Of Faith
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I think that though the clouds be dark,
That though the waves dash o'er the bark,
Fact Or Fancy?
© James Russell Lowell
In town I hear, scarce wakened yet,
My neighbor's clock behind the wall
Record the day's increasing debt,
And _Cuckoo! Cuckoo!_ faintly call.
Prosopopoia : or, Mother Hubbards Tale
© Edmund Spenser
Yet he the name on him would rashly take,
Maugre the sacred Muses, and it make
A servant to the vile affection
Of such, as he depended most upon;
And with the sugrie sweete thereof allure
Chast Ladies eares to fantasies impure.
The Artilleryman's Vision
© Walt Whitman
While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,
The Kiss
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
The Builders
© Ebenezer Elliott
Spring, summer, autumn, winter,
Come duly, as of old;
Winds blow, suns set, and morning saith,
"Ye hills, put on your gold."
Sweet Florida
© Annie McCarer Darlington
Beautiful Florida! land of the flowers,
Home of the mocking bird, saucy and bold,
Sweet are the roses that perfume thy bowers,
And brilliant thy sunshine like burnished gold.
Jerry
© Carl Sandburg
Six years I worked in a knitting mill at a machine
And then I married Jerry, the iceman, for a change.
