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I Have Been To Hy-Brasail

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I have been to Hy-Brasail,
And the Land of Youth have seen,
Much laughter have I heard there,
And birds amongst the green.

Sonnet. "I know that thou wilt read what here is writ"

© Frances Anne Kemble

I know that thou wilt read what here is writ,

And yet not know that it is writ for thee;

Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue
Bright as thy mother's in their hue;
Those rosy lips, whose dimples play
And smile to steal the heart away,
Recall a scene of former joy,
And touch thy fathers heart, my Boy!

Ione

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

I.

AH, yes, 't is sweet still to remember,

The Little Home

© Edgar Albert Guest

The little house is not too small
To shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its space
It holds the Lord's abounding grace,
And every simple room may be
Endowed with happy memory.

Monody On The Death Of The Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan

© George Gordon Byron

When the last sunshine of expiring day

In summer's twilight weeps itself away,

'The Seabolt's Volunteers'

© Henry Lawson

They towed the Seabolt down the stream,
And through the harbours mouth;
She spread her wings and sailed away
To seek the sunny South.

Too Late

© Alfred Austin

Had you but shown me living what you show,

Now I am gone, to keep my grave-plot green,

As We Prayed

© Edgar Albert Guest

Often as we watched her there
From our lips there fell this prayer,
"God, give us the pain to bear!
Let us suffer in her place,
Take the anguish from her face,
Soothe her with Thy holy grace."

"I used to be afraid to meet"

© Lesbia Harford

I used to be afraid to meet
The lovers going down our street.
I'd try to shrink to half my size
And blink and turn away my eyes

The Wild Rose

© George Meredith

High climbs June's wild rose,

Her bush all blooms in a swarm;

Conscious Madness (extract from Saul)

© Charles Heavysege

What ails me? what impels me on, until

The big drops fall from off my brow? Whence comes

The Princess Elizabeth, when a prisoner at Woodstock, 1554

© William Shenstone

Will you hear how once repining
Great Eliza captive lay,
Each ambitious thought resigning,
Foe to riches, pomp, and sway?

The Night Quatrains

THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep

With the fair princess of the deep,

See, See, Mine Own Sweet Jewel

See, see, mine own sweet jewel,
See what I have here for my darling:
A robin-redbreast and a starling.
These I give both, in hope to move thee-
And yet thou say'st I do not love thee.

Sonnet XXVIII: Soul-Light

What other woman could be loved like you,

Or how of you should love possess his fill?

Slow Dancing on the Highway:the Trip North by Elizabeth Hobbs: American Life in Poetry #112 Ted Koos

© Ted Kooser

Not only do we have road rage, but it seems we have road love, too. Here Elizabeth Hobbs of Maine offers us a two-car courtship. Be careful with whom you choose to try this little dance. Slow Dancing on the Highway:
the Trip North

You follow close behind me,
for a thousand miles responsive to my movements.
I signal, you signal back. We will meet at the next exit.

In Your Absence by Judith Harris: American Life in Poetry #157 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2

© Ted Kooser

From your school days you may remember A. E. Housman's poem that begins, âLoveliest of trees, the cherry now/ Is hung with bloom along the bough.â? Here's a look at a blossoming cherry, done 120 years later, on site among the famous cherry trees of Washington, by D.C. poet Judith Harris. In Your Absence

Not yet summer,
but unseasonable heat
pries open the cherry tree.