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Zapolya (excerpts)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted :
And poised therein a bird so bold-
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted !
The Three Roses
© Walter Savage Landor
When the buds began to burst,
Long ago, with Rose the First
I was walking; joyous then
Far above all other men,
Years
© Walter Savage Landor
Years, many parti-colourd years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone.
Corinna, from Athens, to Tanagra
© Walter Savage Landor
Tanagra! think not I forget
Thy beautifully-storeyd streets;
Agatha
© Alfred Austin
SHE wanders in the April woods,
That glisten with the fallen shower;
She leans her face against the buds,
She stops, she stoops, she plucks a flower.
At His Grave
© Alfred Austin
LEAVE me a little while alone,
Here at his grave that still is strown
With crumbling flower and wreath;
The laughing rivulet leaps and falls,
The thrush exults, the cuckoo calls,
And he lies hushd beneath.
Italian Girl's Hymn To The Virgin
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
In the deep hour of dreams,
Through the dark woods, and past the moaning sea,
And by the star-light gleams,
Mother of sorrows! lo, I come to thee!
Cassandra
© Hilda Doolittle
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king,
what bitter thing is this?
what shaft, tearing my heart?
what scar, what light, what fire
At Ithaca
© Hilda Doolittle
Over and back,
the long waves crawl
and track the sand with foam;
night darkens, and the sea
A Coarse Morning
© Augusta Davies Webster
OH the yellow boisterous sea,
The surging, chafing, murderous sea!
Changgan Memories
© Li Po
When first my hair began to cover my forehead,
I picked and played with flowers before the gate.
You came riding on a bamboo horse,
And circled the walkway, playing with green plums.
Mariana In The North
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
All her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn,
Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home
No longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn
Where she was wont to roam.
All Day It Has Rained
© Alun Lewis
As of ourselves or those whom we
For years have loved, and will again
Tomorrow maybe love; but now it is the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.
Windflowers
© Edith Nesbit
When I was little and good
I walked in the dappled wood
Where light white windflowers grew,
And hyacinths heavy and blue.
Mummy's Curse
© Charles Simic
Befriending an eccentric young woman
The sole resident of a secluded Victorian mansion.
She takes long walks in the evening rain,
And so do I, with my hair full of dead leaves.
Transfiguration
© Louisa May Alcott
Mysterious death! who in a single hour
Life's gold can so refine
And by thy art divine
Change mortal weakness to immortal power!
The Rose Family - Song II
© Louisa May Alcott
O lesson well and wisely taught
Stay with me to the last,
That all my life may better be
For the trial that is past.
An American in Europe
© Henry Van Dyke
'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings, -
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
