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Metamorphoses: Book The Second
© Ovid
The End of the Second Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie
© Edmund Spenser
I SING of deadly dolorous debate,
Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,
My Old Palette
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Many a year has fled away
Since this old palette was new,
As may be seen by the spots of green
And yellow and red and blue.
Maiden Lips.
© Robert Crawford
O Sweet, thy lips, how sweet their kisses are!
Rarer than rosy dewdrops amorous
That in the lily's tender bosom fall,
So magical with beauty they so breathe of thee.
My Childhood Home I See Again
© Abraham Lincoln
My childhoods home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
Theres pleasure in it too.
Mark Twain
© Edgar Albert Guest
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, that cannot be,
Say rather Clemens knows life's mystery,
Say rather Clemens has been called above,
But Twain still lives for all the world to love.
Mother's Job
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'm just the man to make things right,
To mend a sleigh or make a kite,
Ma Muse Fuit Les Champs
© André Marie de Chénier
Ma Muse fuit les champs abreuvés de carnage,
Et ses pieds innocents ne se poseront pas
My Light Thou Art
© John Wilmot
My light thou art, without thy glorious sight
My eyes are darkened with eternal night;
My Love, thou art my way, my life, my light.
Montefiore
© Ambrose Bierce
I SAWt was in a dream, the other night
A man whose hair with age was thin and white;
One hundred years had bettered by his birth,
And still his step was firm, his eye was bright.
My Pen Has Ink Enough
© Vernon Scannell
My pen has ink enough, I'm going to start
A piece of verse, but suddenly my heart
And something in my head jerks in reverse.
Melodrama
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Take of these elements any you care about,
Put 'em in Texas, the Bowery, or thereabout;
Put in the powder and leave out the grammar,
And the certain result is a swell melodrammer.
Meru
© William Butler Yeats
Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a rule, under the semblance of peace
Most Sweet it is
© William Wordsworth
. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
Memories
© William Henry Drummond
O spirit of the mountain that speaks to us to-night,
Your voice is sad, yet still recalls past visions of delight,
When 'mid the grand old Laurentides, old when the earth was new,
With flying feet we followed the moose and caribou.
Mineby the Right of the White Election!
© Emily Dickinson
Mineby the Right of the White Election!
Mineby the Royal Seal!
Mineby the Sign in the Scarlet prison
Barscannot conceal!
My Daughters In New York
© James Reiss
What streets, what taxis transport them
over bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swift
March
© William Carlos Williams
But! now for the battle!
Now for murder-now for the real thing!
My third springtime is approaching!
Winds!
lean, serious as a virgin,
seeking, seeking the flowers of March.
