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Homo Will Not Inherit

© Mark Doty

Downtown anywhere and between the roil
of bathhouse steam—up there the linens of joy
and shame must be laundered again and again,

The Child Of The Islands - Summer

© Caroline Norton

I.
FOR Summer followeth with its store of joy;
That, too, can bring thee only new delight;
Its sultry hours can work thee no annoy,

The Candidate

© Charles Churchill

This poem was written in , on occasion of the contest between the

Earls of Hardwicke and Sandwich for the High-stewardship of the

How still through the sweet summer sun, through the soft summer rain,
They have stood there awaiting the summons should bid them attain
The freedom of knowledge, the last touch of truth to explain
The great golden gist of their brooding, the marvellous train
Of thought they have followed so far, been so strong to sustain,
The white gospel of sun and the long revelations of rain!

Elegy VII: Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love

© John Donne

Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love,

And in that sophistry, oh, thou dost prove

A Dialogue between the Soul and the Body

© Andrew Marvell

SOUL

O who shall, from this dungeon, raise

An Essay on Criticism: Part 3

© Alexander Pope

Learn then what morals critics ought to show,
For 'tis but half a judge's task, to know.
'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join;
In all you speak, let truth and candour shine:
That not alone what to your sense is due,
All may allow; but seek your friendship too.

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

© Thomas Gray

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Illusion and Reality

© Kabir

Jo Dise So To Hai Nahin,

Hai So Kaha Na Jayee

Not Ideas About the Thing but the Thing Itself

© Edwin Muir

At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.

A Holocaust

© Francis Thompson

'No man ever attained supreme knowledge, unless his heart had been

torn up by the roots.'

The School Where I Studied

© Yehuda Amichai

I passed by the school where I studied as a boy

and said in my heart: here I learned certain things

A Child My Choice

Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child

Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, whose hand no deed defiled.

Paradise Lost: Book I (1674)

So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

© Walt Whitman

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When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.