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In Memory Of The Late G. C. Of Montreal
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The earth was flooded in the amber haze
That renders so lovely our autumn days,
The dying leaves softly fluttered down,
Bright crimson and orange and golden brown,
And the hush of autumn, solemn and still,
Brooded oer valley, plain and hill.
"I read a statement in a newspaper"
© Lesbia Harford
I read a statement in a newspaper
That Twentyman, the manufacturer,
Found it was cheaper to deliver goods
By horse and lorry than by motor-truck
Ibn Kolthum
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ha! The bowl! Fill it high, a fair morning wine--cup!
Leave we naught of the lees of Andarína.
Rise, pour forth, be it mixed, let it foam like saffron!
tempered thus will we drink it, ay, free--handed.
I am ashamedI hide
© Emily Dickinson
I am ashamedI hide
What right have Ito be a Bride
So late a Dowerless Girl
Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face
No one to teach me that new Grace
Nor introducemy Soul
In the End
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
but a house.
And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse.
You've been hearing my story so patiently for a lifetime
Now hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale.
In Memorium: Lady Caroline Charteris
© George MacDonald
The mountain-stream may humbly boast
For her the loud waves call;
The hamlet feeds the nation's host,
The home-farm feeds the hall;
In The Garden IV: The Singer
© Edward Dowden
"THAT was the thrush's last good-night," I thought,
And heard the soft descent of summer rain
"Igo And Ago"
© James Whitcomb Riley
We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's,
Igo and Ago.
When Dad comes, the show begins!--
Iram, coram, dago.
Il Cinque Maggio (English)
© Alessandro Manzoni
HE was -- As motionless as lay,
First mingled with the dead,
Illileo
© James Whitcomb Riley
Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales--
The stars but strewed the azure as an armor's scattered scales;
The airs of night were quiet as the breath of silken sails,
And all your words were sweeter than the notes of nightingales.
I Want A Thousand Things
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I want a thousand things to--night;
The bonds of earth are strict and strong;
Yet glory were a vain delight
Did you not sing within my song.
Instruction
© James Montgomery
From heaven descend the drops of dew,
From heaven the gracious showers,
In War-Time: A Prayer Of The Understanding
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lo, this is night. Hast thou, oh sun, refused
Thy countenance, or is thy golden arm
"I had not tried the wine..."
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I had not tried the wine that ancients made,
And had not heard of Ossians old tune;
So why, on earth, I seem to see the glade,
And, in the skies -- the bloody Scottish moon?
Italy : 18. The Brides Of Venice
© Samuel Rogers
It was St. Mary's Eve, and all poured forth
As to some grand solemnity. The fisher
Came from his islet, bringing o'er the waves
His wife and little one; the husbandman
In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God : A Hymn Sung as by the Shepherds
© Richard Crashaw
COME, we shepherds whose blest sight
Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night ;
Come lift up our loftier song,
And wake the sun that lies too long.
It Is Spring Again
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
It is spring, And the ledger is opened again.
From the abyss where they were frozen,
Idyll XXVIII. The Distaff
© Theocritus
Distaff, blithely whirling distaff, azure-eyed Athena's gift
To the sex the aim and object of whose lives is household thrift,
Seek with me the gorgeous city raised by Neilus, where a plain
Roof of pale-green rush o'er-arches Aphrodite's hallowed fane.
Inscrutable Twist by Anne Pierson Wiese: American Life in Poetry #199 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureat
© Ted Kooser
I'd guess that most of us carry in our memories landscapes that, far behind us, hold significant meanings for us. For me, it's a Mississippi River scenic overlook south of Guttenberg, Iowa. And for you? Here's just such a memoryscape, in this brief poem by New Yorker Anne Pierson Wiese.
