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The Land Of The Dawning

© George Essex Evans

Darkrose her shore in seas of amethyst

By tropic breezes kissed,

Dim by Jim Daniels: American Life in Poetry #34 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

In this poem by Pittsburgh resident Jim Daniels, a father struggles to heal his son’s grief after an incident at school. The poem reminds us that when we’re young little things can hurt in a big way.

Southampton Water

© William Lisle Bowles

Smooth went our boat upon the summer seas,

Leaving, for so it seemed, the world behind,

Valkyriur Song

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Sea-king woke from the troubled sleep

Of a vision-haunted night,

Red, Red Gold

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Red, red gold, a kingdom's ransom, child,
To weave thy yellow hair she bade them spin.
At early dawn the gossamer spiders toiled,
And wove the sunrise in.

The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154)

© William Shakespeare

CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,

Comfort of the Fields

© Archibald Lampman

What would'st thou have for easement after grief,
When the rude world hath used thee with despite,
And care sits at thine elbow day and night,
Filching thy pleasures like a subtle thief?

But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreationsgloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.

The Song Sparrow

© Archibald Lampman

Fair little scout, that when the iron year

Changes, and the first fleecy clouds deploy,

Falconry

© Rainer Maria Rilke

A prince survives by unseen acts.
At night the chief advisor knocked
at Frederick's workroom in the tower
and found him formulating facts
for treatises on wingèd power
while his penman turned out text.

The Jessamine And The Morning-Glory

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay

The Rose Delima

© William Henry Drummond

"On Anticosti shore we hear de breaker roar
An' reef of dead Man's Islan' too we know,
But we never miss de way, no matter night or
day,
De Rose Delima schooner an' Captinne
Baribeau."

Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VIII -- Bhishma-Badha - (Fall of Bhishma)

All negotiations for a peaceful partition of the Kuru kingdom having
failed, both parties now prepared for a battle, perhaps the most
sanguinary that was fought on the plains of India in the ancient
times. It was a battle of nations, for all warlike races in Northern
India took a share in it.

Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 7

All dull, my Lord, my spirits flat, and dead,
All water-soaked and sapless to the skin.
Oh! Screw me up and make my spirit's bed
Thy quickening virtue, for my ink is dim,
My pencil blunt. Doth Joseph type out Thee?
Heralds of angels sing out, "Bow the knee."

Sic Vita

© Henry King

Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,

Sonnet. "'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all"

'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all,

All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces,

What Time the Morning Stars Arise

© Jean Blewett

ABOVE him spreads the purple sky,
Beneath him spreads the ether sea,
And everywhere about him lie
Dim ports of space, and mystery.

© John Donne

I. HOW sits this city, late most populous,
Thus solitary, and like a widow thus ?
Amplest of nations, queen of provinces
She was, who now thus tributary is ?