I cannot skill of these thy ways:
Lord thou didst make me, yet you woundest me:
Lord, thou dost wound me, yet thou dost relieve me:
Lord, thou relievest, yet I die by thee:
Lord, thou dost kill me, yet thou dost reprieve me.

The Comedian As The Letter C: 06 - And Daughters With Curls

© Wallace Stevens

Portentous enunciation, syllable

To blessed syllable affined, and sound

God Rules Alway

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Into the world's most high and holy places

Men carry selfishness, and graft and greed.

The True Philosophy

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I'D have you use a wise philosophy,
In this, as in all matters, whereupon
Judgment may freely act; truth ever lies
Between extremes; avoid the spendthrift's folly

The Soldier's Funeral

© Robert Southey

O my God!
I thank thee that I am not such as these
I thank thee for the eye that sees, the heart
That feels, the voice that in these evil days
That amid evil tongues, exalts itself
And cries aloud against the iniquity.

May Dew

© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin

May dew and haze

I catch in taut canvases.

The White Witch

© James Weldon Johnson

O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night,
Trust not your prowess nor your strength;
Your only safety lies in flight;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

© William Butler Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above;

How The Robin Came

When next morn the sun's first rays
Glistened on the hemlock sprays,
Straight that lodge the old chief sought,
And boiled sainp and moose meat brought.
"Rise and eat, my son!" he said.
Lo, he found the poor boy dead!

To George H. Boker

IT hath been thine to prove what use and power,
What sweetness, and what glorious strength belong
To the brief compass of that slandered song
We term the Sonnet. Thine hath been the dower

The Muses Threnodie: Second Muse

Then thus, quod I, good Gall, I pray thee show,
For cleerly all antiquities yee know:
What mean these skonses, and these hollow trenches,
Throughout these fallow fields and yonder inches?
And these great heaps of stones like piramids,
Doubtless all these ye knew, that so much reads;