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The Faithful Dog Fido

© William Topaz McGonagall

Little Fido's master had to go on a long journey,
So Fido followed her master, and ran cheerfully,
And often the master would speak kindly to the dog,
As along the road together they did jog.

He sized it all; and Patience laid
Her hand in John's, and looked afraid,
And waited. And a stiller set
O' folks, I KNOW, you never met
In any court room, where with dread
They wait to hear a verdick read.

At the Long Sault: May, 1660

© Archibald Lampman

All night by the foot of the mountain
The little town lieth at rest,
The sentries are peacefully pacing;
And neither from East nor from West

Pharsalia - Book V: The Oracle. The Mutiny. The Storm

© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus

While soldier thus and chief,
In doubtful sort, against their hidden fate
Devised their counsel, Appius alone
Feared for the chances of the war, and sought
Through Phoebus' ancient oracle to break
The silence of the gods and know the end.

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O pitiless skies! why did your clouds retain
For peasants' fields their floods of hoarded rain?
O pitiless earth! why open no abyss
To bury in its chasm a crime like this?

To The Past

© James Russell Lowell

Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls,

O kingdom of the past!

Life Or Death?

© George MacDonald

Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep,

For every flower that ends its little span,

Suppose

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

IF 'twere fair to suppose

That your heart were not taken,

Aphrodisiac

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Now, listen to me, folks...
Hear what I say.
You got to eat oysters everyday
They'll put your love life back on track
They're nature's own aphrodisiac.

Dead Butterfly by Ellen Bass: American Life in Poetry #164 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

Was it the year her brother was born?
Was this her own too-fragile baby
that had livedâso brieflyâin its glassed world?
Or the year she refused to go to her father's house?
Was this the holding-her-breath girl she became there?

Friendship

© Samuel Johnson

Friendship! peculiar boon of Heaven,
The noble mind's delight and pride,
To men and angels only given,
To all the lower world denied.

Love One Another

© Khalil Gibran

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.

The Trap

© Robinson Jeffers

I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not.
I can understand the guns and the airplanes,
The other conveniences leave me cold.

Sonnet To Mrs. Jameson,

WHO WROTE UNDER MY LIKENESS AS JULIET, "LIETI GIORNI E FELICE."

Whence should they come, lady! those happy days

Composed Just After Midnight On The 31st Of December, 1878

A MOMENT since his breath dissolved in air!
And now divorced from life's last hectic glow,
He joins the old ghostly years of long ago,
In some cloud-folded realm of vague despair;

A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton

The morn dispensed a dubious light,
A sudden mist had stolen from sight
Each pleasing vale and hill;
When Damon left his humble bowers,
To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers,
Or check his wandering rill.

The Model

Have you forgottenyou, the chief,
The art-director, president,
What not, of the establishment
Forgot how for a moment brief
The whole show, all our strife and stir,
Went outfor her?