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The Contented Man's Morice

© George Wither

False world, thy malice I espie
With what thou hast designed;
And therein with thee to comply,
Who likewise are combined:
But, do thy worst, I thee defie,
Thy mischiefs are confined.

Bob The Fiddler

© William Barnes

Oh! Bob the fiddler is the pride

O' chaps an' maïdens vur an' wide;

Strength

© Robert Browning

Be strong to hope, O heart!
Though day is bright,
The stars can only shine
In the dark night.
Be strong, O heart of mine,
Look toward the light.

Queen Mab: Part V.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Thus do the generations of the earth

Go to the grave and issue from the womb,

The Peasant And His Angry Lord

'TWAS vain that Gregory a pardon prayed;
For trivial faults the peasant dearly paid;
His throat enflamed-his tender back well beat-
His money gone-and all to make complete,
Without the least deduction for the pain,
The blows and garlic gave the trembling swain.

The Dance Of Life

© Conrad Aiken

Gracious and lovable and sweet,

She made his jaded pulses beat,

Among the Hills

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Through Sandwich notch the west-wind sang
Good morrow to the cotter;
And once again Chocoruas horn
Of shadow pierced the water.

At The Top Of My Voice - First Prelude

© Vladimir Mayakovsky

My most respected

comrades of posterity!

Dawn

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

O KEEP the world forever at the dawn,

Ere yet the opals, cobweb-strung, have dried,

Conversation with Jeanne

© Czeslaw Milosz

Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
It was no better and no worse than the usual human tragedies.

The Barren Moors

© William Ellery Channing

ON your bare rocks, O barren moors,
On your bare rocks I love to lie!
They stand like crags upon the shores,
Or clouds upon a placid sky.

Winter Stars

© Larry Levis

Sometimes, I go out into this yard at night,
And stare through the wet branches of an oak
In winter, & realize I am looking at the stars
Again. A thin haze of them, shining
And persisting.

The Minstrel

© Arthur Henry Adams

An Incident in One Act.
PERSONS. THE KING, THE QUEEN, EARL ATHULF, THE MINSTREL.
Heralds, Pages, Men-at-Arms, Sentries. TIME: THE PAST.
SCENE:

The Farmer's Boy - Summer

Here, midst the boldest triumphs of her worth,
NATURE herself invites the REAPERS forth;
Dares the keen sickle from its twelvemonth's rest,
And gives that ardour which in every breast
From infancy to age alike appears,
When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears.

I'd Rather Be A Failure

I'd rather be a failure than the man who's never tried;
I'd rather seek the mountain-top than always stand aside.
Oh, let me hold some lofty dream and make my desperate fight,
And though I fail I still shall know I tried to serve the right.

False

False! Good God, I am dreaming!

No, no, it never can be-

Bottom's Dream.

Bottom's dream had no bottom; ours may, too,
Have no foundation. We may wake, indeed;
But all seems such a vision, none can say
(If aught's real) where reality begins.