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The Task: Book VI. -- The Winter Walk at Noon

© William Cowper

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;

And as the mind is pitchd the ear is pleased

Song for a German Air

© Louisa Stuart Costello

Fair stream of the mountain, brightly flowing

Between thy fresh margins, gay with flowers,

Metamorphoses: Book The Second

© Ovid

The End of the Second Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

Count Gismond--Aix in Provence

I thought they loved me, did me grace
To please themselves; 't was all their deed;
God makes, or fair or foul, our face;
If showing mine so caused to bleed
My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped
A word, and straight the play had stopped.

The River's Tale

© Rudyard Kipling

Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew-
(Twenty bridges or twenty-two)-
Wanted to know what the River knew,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:-

Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie

© Edmund Spenser

I SING of deadly dolorous debate,

Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,

In The Downhill Of Life

© William Taylor Collins

In the downhill of life, when I find Im declining,

May my lot no less fortunate be

August

© Edith Nesbit

LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm
Is on me, and I will not break the spell;
My head is on the mighty Mother's arm:
I will not ask if life goes ill or well.
There is no world!--I do not care to know
Whence aught has come, nor whither it shall go.

Spare Parts by Trish Dugger: American Life in Poetry #153 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

In this endearing short poem by Californian Trish Dugger, we can imagine âwhat if?â? What if we had been given âa baker's dozen of hearts?â? I imagine many more and various love poems would be written. Here Ms. Dugger, Poet Laureate of the City of Encinitas, makes fine use of the one patched but good heart she has. Spare Parts

We barge out of the womb
with two of them: eyes, ears,

You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song

© William Ernest Henley

You played and sang a snatch of song,

A song that all-too well we knew;

Home-Sick

© Ada Cambridge

O time, great Healer! canst thou still

The crying hearts that feel the knife?

Remembrance

© Emily Jane Brontë

COLD in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Sever'd at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Cul-De-Sac

© Edith Nesbit

COULD I hope that when the brain,
Tired of questions answerless,
Shall slip off the bonds of pain
That enslave it and possess,
I should know how little worth
Were the little things of earth.

Aeneid

© Virgil

THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.

Frida And Her Poet

He bids a last farewell
To this world's life, again prepared to dwell
On heights celestial, in whose golden airs
The heart, at least, shall shed earth's wintry cares,
And blooming, breathe the vernal heats of Heaven.

Convict Once - Part Second.

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Ower The Hedge

"Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,
Ken ye what is care?
Had ye ever a thought, lassie,
Made yer hertie sair?"

Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think

I should again be turning, as I used,

To Dr. Richard Helsham Upon My Recovery From A Dangerous Fit Of Sickness.

© Mary Barber

For fleeting Life recall'd, for Health restor'd,
Be first the God of Life and Health ador'd;
Whose boundless Mercy claims this Tribute due:
And next to Heav'n, I owe my Thanks to you;