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Mount Erebus: (A Fragment)
© Henry Kendall
A MIGHTY theatre of snow and fire,
Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime
Canto I: And Then Went Down to the Ship
© Ezra Pound
And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
Sonnet L. J.R.L. (On His Homeward Voyage) 2.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O SHIP that bears him to his native shore,
Beneath whose keel the seething ocean heaves,
Bring safe our poet with his garnered sheaves
Of Life's ripe autumn poesy and lore!
To The Memory Of Mary Young
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
GOD has his plans, and what if we
With our sight be too blind to see
The Sigh
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
When youth his fairy reign began,
Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man;
While peace the present hour beguiled,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Sicilian's Tale; The Bell of Atri
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He sold his horses, sold his hawks and hounds,
Rented his vineyards and his garden-grounds,
Kept but one steed, his favorite steed of all,
To starve and shiver in a naked stall,
And day by day sat brooding in his chair,
Devising plans how best to hoard and spare.
Hither, Hither
© Louisa May Alcott
Hither I come,
From my airy home,
Afar in the silver moon.
Take the magic spell,
And use it well,
Or its power will vanish soon!
They Didnt Meet
© Anna Akhmatova
They didn't meet me, roamed,
On steps with lanterns bright.
I entered quiet home
In murky, pail moonlight.
Epilogue To Lessing's Laocooen
© Matthew Arnold
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,
My friend and I, by chance we talk'd
The Wounded Hare
© Robert Burns
Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art,
And blasted by thy murder-aiming eye;
May never pity soothe thee with a sigh,
Nor never pleasure glad thy cruel heart!
Mostly Slavonic
© Henry Lawson
But they never dreamed, the brainless, boors that used to sneer and scoff,
That the dreamy lad beside themknown as Dutchy Mickyloff
Was a genius and a poet, and a Manno matter which
Was the Czar of all the Russias!Peter Michaelovich.
Homemade Boat
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
This boat that we just built is just fine--
And don't try to tell us it's not.
The sides and the back are divine--
It's the bottom I guess we forgot....
Some Songs After Master Singers
© James Whitcomb Riley
A little maid, of summers four--
Did you compute her years,--
And yet how infinitely more
To me her age appears:
Abram Morrison
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'Midst the men and things which will
Haunt an old man's memory still,
Drollest, quaintest of them all,
With a boy's laugh I recall
Good old Abram Morrison.
Toplesstown
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Talk about a hit! They're packed in and linin' up
A cover and a minimum--coffee $2 a cup
Lucy's pullin' down a thousand a week with tips and all
Workin' double shifts while startin' to bitch how
Her arches are beginning to fall.
A Wren's Nest
© William Wordsworth
AMONG the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care,
Is none that with the little Wren's
In snugness may compare.
A Parlourmaid
© Lesbia Harford
"I want a parlourmaid."
"Well, let me see
If you were God, what kind of maid she'd be."
"She would be tall,
You love meyou are sure
© Emily Dickinson
I need not startyou're sure
That night will never be
When frightenedhome to Thee I run
To find the windows dark
And no more Dolliemark
Quite none?
Atameros
© John Beevers
The palace with revolving doors was mine
And three of us went up its steps
To the tall room whose walls were made
Of the furred eyes of moths.
