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Three (O'clock) in the Morning

© Judith Viorst

At three in the morning I used to be sleeping an untroubled
sleep in my bed.
But lately at three in the morning I'm tossing and turning,
Awakened by hypochondria, and gas, and nameless dread,
Whose name I've been learning. (worry)

John Bede Polding

© Henry Kendall

With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head,
A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;
But cannot say the words that should be said
To crowned and winged divinities like you.

The Haunch Of Venison

© Oliver Goldsmith

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE

THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter

Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.

© Samuel Johnson

Thou who survey'st these walls with curious eye,

Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie;

Summer

© Conrad Aiken

Absolute zero: the locust sings:
summers caught in eternitys rings:
the rock explodes, the planet dies,
we shovel up our verities.

The Two Lovers Of Heaven: Chrysanthus And Daria - Act I

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Chrysanthus is seen seated near a writing table on which are several
books: he is reading a small volume with deep attention.

Prejudice

© Jane Taylor

It is not worth our while, but if it were,
We all could undertake to laugh at her ;
Since vulgar prejudice, the lowest kind,
Of course, has full possession of her mind ;
Here, therefore, let us leave her, and inquire
Wherein it differs as it rises higher.

The Second Booke Of Qvodlibets

© Robert Hayman

Epigrams are much like to Oxymell,
Hony and Vineger compounded well:
Hony, and sweet in their inuention,
Vineger in their reprehension.
As sowre, sweet Oxymell, doth purge though fleagme:
These are to purge Vice, take them as they meane.

The Ruined Abbey, or, The Affects of Superstition

© William Shenstone

At length fair Peace, with olive crown'd, regains

Her lawful throne, and to the sacred haunts

The Unillumined Verge

© Robert Seymour Bridges

THEY tell you that Death s at the turn of the road,
That under the shade of a cypress you ll find him,
And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad
Of pain, you will enter the black mist behind him.

The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey

© Hannah More

VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,

Awhile my idle strain attend:

The Gardener's Boy

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

ALL day I have fed on lilied thoughts of her,"
The gardener's boy sang in Gethsemane.
"She is quick, her garments make a lovely stir,
Like the wind going in an almond tree.
She is young, she hath doves' eyes, and like the vine
Her hands enclose me,hers as she is mine.

Cadenus And Vanessa

© Jonathan Swift

THE shepherds and the nymphs were seen
Pleading before the Cyprian Queen.
The counsel for the fair began
Accusing the false creature, man.

The Ring And The Book - Chapter XI - Guido

© Robert Browning

YOU ARE the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,

Abate Panciatichitwo good Tuscan names:

Satyr VI. The Spleen

Give ore my wanton fancy now give ore
the clouds are gath'ring & anon they'le powr
the pleasures of my groves are fled away
the sacred silence & ye shiny day
what have you then to lull you in your play

Mrs. Judge Jenkins

(BEING THE ONLY GENUINE SEQUEL TO "MAUD MULLER"

Maud Muller all that summer day

James McCosh

The laws of nature that he loved to trace
Have worked, at last, to veil from us his face;
The dear old elms and ivy-covered walls
Will miss his presence, and the stately halls
His trumpet voice. And in their joys
Sorrow will shadow those he called my boys!

The Pennsylvania Pilgrim

The Pennsylvania Pilgrim
Never in tenderer quiet lapsed the day
From Pennsylvania's vales of spring away,
Where, forest-walled, the scattered hamlets lay