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Song of Marion's Men

© William Cullen Bryant

Our band is few, but true and tried,

Our leader frank and bold;

Satan Absolved

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.

Life Tells The Dreamer

© Margaret Widdemer

THESE others ask me little, clamoring

For such imperfect gifts as I can bring;

"To read only children's books"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

To read only children's books,
To have only childish thoughts,
To throw everything grown-up away,
To rise from deep sadness.

Daedalus in Sicily

© Joseph Brodsky

All his life he was building something, inventing something.

Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,

The Royal Mails

© Ralph Hodgson

For all its flowers and trailing bowers,

Its singing birds and streams,

The Visionary Face

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I AM happy with her I love,
In a circle of charmed repose;
My soul leaps up to follow her feet
Wherever my darling goes;

Love Unkind

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

OUT upon the bleak hillside, the bleak hillside, he lay--
Her lips were red, and red the stream that slipped his life away.
Ah, crimson, crimson were her lips, but his were turning gray.

Elegy On An Australian Schoolboy

© Zora Bernice May Cross

I would not curse your England, wise as slow,

Just as unjust in deed.

The Resurrection

© Giacomo Leopardi

I thought I had forever lost,
Alas, though still so young,
The tender joys and sorrows all,
That unto youth belong;

Daniel Henry Deniehy

© Henry Kendall

TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:

Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves and mournful mountain-springs.

The Landmarks

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.
THROUGH the streets of Marblehead
Fast the red-winged terror sped;

Stopped Dead

© Sylvia Plath

A squeal of brakes.
Or is it a birth cry?
And here we are, hung out over the dead drop
Uncle, pants factory Fatso, millionaire.
And you out cold beside me in your chair.

To a Lady Before Marriage

Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,

With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!

Rain by Peter Everwine : American Life in Poetry #278 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

Peter Everwine is a California poet whose work I have admired for almost as long as I have been writing. Here he beautifully captures a quiet moment of reflection. Rain

Toward evening, as the light failed

Conductor Bradley

CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his name
Be said with reverence!) as the swift doom came,
Smitten to death, a crushed and mangled frame,

The Beggar's Opera (excerpts)

© John Gay

Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1-

Through all the employments of life

English Eclogues II - The Grandmother's Tale

JANE.
Harry! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw round
The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us
One of her stories.

The Prophecy Of Famine

Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain?
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.