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To Cowper

© Anne Brontë

Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard;
And oft, in childhood's years,
I've read them o'er and o'er again,
With floods of silent tears.

The Little Sister Of The Prophet

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Then the little brown mother smiled,
As one does on the words of a well-loved child,
And, "Son," she replied, "have the oxen been watered and fed ?
For work is to do, though the skies be never so red,
And already the first sweet hours of the day are spent."
And he sighed, and went.

The Lanawn Shee

© Francis Ledwidge

Powdered and perfumed the full bee
Winged heavily across the clover,
And where the hills were dim with dew,
Purple and blue the west leaned over.

Winter's Night

© Eugene Marais

O East-wind gives mournful measure to song
Like the lilt of a lovelorn lass who's been wronged
In every grass fold
bright dewdrop takes hold
and promptly pales to frost in the cold!

Smithereens

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

UNCERTAIN-AGED Miss Thereabouts,

Tough fossil of her teens,

Now With Creation's Morning Song

© Aurelius Clemens Prudentius

Now with creations morning song
Let us, as children of the day,
With wakened heart and purpose strong,
The works of darkness cast away.

Hollyhocks

© Edgar Albert Guest

Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:

The morning-glories on the wall,

"`If you were mine, if you were mine"

© Alfred Austin

`If you were mine, if you were mine,

The day would dawn, the stars would shine,

Poem Delivered On The Fourteenth Anniversary Of California's Admission Into The Union, September 9,

© Francis Bret Harte

With scenes so adverse, what mysterious bond
Links our fair fortunes to the shores beyond?
Why come we here--last of a scattered fold--
To pour new metal in the broken mould?
To yield our tribute, stamped with Caesar's face,
To Caesar, stricken in the market-place?

The ghost Bereft

© Edith Nesbit

Thin cowered the hedges, the tall trees swayed
Like little children that shrank afraid.

Twenty-One Love Poems XIV

© Adrienne Rich

An Address To Night

© Madison Julius Cawein

Like some sad spirit from an unknown shore

Thou comest with two children in thine arms:

Eclogue III

© Virgil

Damoetas.
Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him
Committed to my care.

The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgin-Martyr

O thou, the wonder of all days!
O paragon, and pearl of praise!
O Virgin-martyr, ever blest
Above the rest
Of all the maiden-train! We come,
And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb.

Song for The Jaquerie

Betrayal

THE SUN has kissed the violet sea,

Lament

WHEN you hear the white-throat pealing
From a tree-top far away,
And the hills are touched with purple
At the borders of the day;

Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres

Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,
Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be,
Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,
The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity;

Mi Hermana With Translation

Son las diez de la noche; en el cuarto en penumbra,
Mi hermana está dormida, las manos sobre el pecho;
Es muy blanca su cara y es muy blanco su lecho,
Como si comprendiera, la luz casi no alumbra.