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A Mountain Gateway
© Bliss William Carman
I know a vale where I would go one day,
When June comes back and all the world once more
Is glad with summer. Deep in shade it lies
A mighty cleft between the bosoming hills,
A cool dim gateway to the mountains' heart.
Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
© Francis Beaumont
The sun, which doth the greatest comfort bring
To absent friends (because the self-same thing
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
ALL were attentive to the godlike man,
When from his lofty couch he thus began:
St. Michael And All Angels
© John Keble
Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness
In glorious order roll,
In the Mushroom Summer by David Mason: American Life in Poetry #74 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
Of taking long walks it has been said that a person can walk off anything. Here David Mason hikes a mountain in his home state, Colorado, and steps away from an undisclosed personal loss into another state, one of healing.
In the Mushroom Summer
The Future Life
© William Cullen Bryant
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?
A Wintry Picture (II)
© Alfred Austin
Now in the woodlands from the creaking boughs
The last sere leaves are loosened and unstrung,
From The Greek Of Moschus
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Tan ala tan glaukan otan onemos atrema Balle--k.t.l.
When winds that move not its calm surface sweep
The azure sea, I love the land no more;
The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep
Raising The Dead
© John Kenyon
We all have heard, and marvelled as we heard,
Of seers, who have raised the Dead from out their tombs,
Idyll XV. The Festival of Adonis
© Theocritus
PRAXINOAe.
Yes, Gorgo dear! At last!
That you're here now's a marvel! See to a chair,
A cushion, Eunoae!
The Master
© Oscar Wilde
Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea,
having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into
the valley. For he had business in his own home.
Lillie of the Snowstorm
© Henry Clay Work
To his home, his once white, once lov'd cottage,
Late at night, a poor inebriate came;
I: In A Great House By The Sea I Sat
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
In a great house by the wide Sea I sat,
And down slow fleets and waves that never cease
Song of Unending Sorrow.
© Bai Juyi
China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire,
Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding,
Antony Villa
© Henry Lawson
And the daughters of the Vardensthey are beautiful as Graces
But the balconys deserted, and they rarely show their faces;
And the swells of their acquaintance never seem to venture near them,
And the bailiff says they seldom have a cup of tea to cheer them.
The Beginning
© Jean Ingelow
Such as can see,
Why should they doubt? The childhood of a race.
The childhood of a soul, hath neither doubt
Nor fear. Where all is super-natural
The guileless heart doth feed on it, no more
Afraid than angels are of heaven.
The Maple Tree
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Well have Canadians chosen thee
As the emblem of their land,
To A Sister
© George MacDonald
A fresh young voice that sings to me
So often many a simple thing,
Should surely not unanswered be
By all that I can sing.
