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The Two Peacocks of Bedfont
© Thomas Hood
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Alas! That breathing Vanity should go
Where Pride is buried,like its very ghost,
Uprisen from the naked bones below,
Dream Song 102: The sunburnt terraces which swans make home
© John Berryman
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home
with water purling, Macchu Pichu died
like Delphi long agoâ
a message to Justinian closing it out,
the thousand years' authority, although
tho' never found exactly wrong
Dream Song 93: General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General
© John Berryman
General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General,
Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all
pale Corporal Fatigue,
and curious microbes came, came viruses:
and the Court conferred on Henry, and conferred on Henry
the rare Order of Weak.
Voices Of The Night : Flowers
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the Castle Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden
Stars, that in the earth's firmament do shine.
The Bridge Builder
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
OF old the Winds came romping down,
Oh, wild and free were they!
They bent the prairie grasses low
And made a place to play.
Dream Song 32: And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding
© John Berryman
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding
across malignant half my years or so?
One evil faery
it was workt night, with amoroso pleasing
menace, the panes shake
where Lie-by-the-fire is waiting for his cream.
To William Wordsworth. Composed On The Night After His Recitation Of A Poem On The Growth Of An Indi
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Friend of the Wise! and Teacher of the Good!
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
The Borough. Letter IX: Amusements
© George Crabbe
aloud;
She who will tremble if her eye explore
"The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on
Dream Song 41: If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert)
© John Berryman
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert)
while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew
so many all nothing,
for lead & fire, it's not we would assert
particulars, but animal; cats mew,
horses scream, man sing.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter VII - Pompilia
© Robert Browning
There,
Strength comes already with the utterance!
I will remember once more for his sake
The sorrow: for he lives and is belied.
Could he be here, how he would speak for me!
Dream Song 34: My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide
© John Berryman
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide
in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried
to his trigger-digit, pal.
He should not have done that, but, I guess,
he didn't feel the best, Sister,âfelt less
and more about less than us . . . ?
Argentile and Curan. - extracted from Albion's England
© William Warner
The Brutons thus departed hence, seaven kingdoms here begonne,
Where diversly in divers broyls the Saxons lost and wonne.
The Homes Of England
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The stately homes of England
How beautiful they stand!
'Possum' A Lay of New Chumland
© Henry Lawson
SO YER travlin for yer pleasure while yer writin for the press?
An yer huntin arter copy?well, Ive heerd o that. I guess
Farewell
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Mother, with unbowed head
Hear thou across the sea
The farewell of the dead,
The dead who died for thee.
Greet them again with tender words and grave,
For saving thee, themselves they could not save.
Dream Song 101: A shallow lake, with many waterbirds
© John Berryman
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,
especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,
An extraordinary vivid dream
of Betty & Douglass, and Donâhis mother's estate
was on the grounds of a lunatic asylum.
He showed me around.
Dream Song 127: Again, his friend's death made the man sit still
© John Berryman
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still
and freeze insideâhis daughter won first priceâ
his wife scowled over at himâ
It seemed to be Hallowe'en.
His friend's death had been adjudged suicide,
which dangles a trail
