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O the days gone by! O the days gone by!
The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;
The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail
As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;
When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was in the sky,
And my happy heart brimmed over in the days gone by.

La Belle Juive

© Henry Timrod

Is it because your sable hair
Is folded over brows that wear
At times a too imperial air;

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: [Prelude]

© Alfred Tennyson

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;

Kind Are Her Answers

© Thomas Campion

Kind are her answers,

But her performance keeps no day;

Christabel

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

She stole along, she nothing spoke,
The sighs she heaved were soft and low,
And naught was green upon the oak
But moss and rarest misletoe:
She kneels beneath the huge oak tree,
And in silence prayeth she.

Lesbia's Daughter

© Kenneth Slessor

LESBIA'S daughter, I shall tell no lie,
Here's no fit amber for such a dainty fly.
Let them embalm your beauty whoso can
In boastful odes, I'm a more honest man.

Waters

© Kenneth Slessor

THIS Water, like a sky that no one uses,
Air turned to stone, ridden by stars and birds
No longer, but with clouds of crystal swimming,
I'll not forget, nor men can lose, though words

from Endymion

© John Keats

A Poetic Romance
(excerpt)

The Fair Youth Sonnets (18 - 77, 87 - 126)

© William Shakespeare

Comprising the largest grouping of poems, the Fair Youth sonnets are addressed to the same young man in the Procreation Sonnets. But their themes and subjects are more drastically varied.

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The Cane-Bottom’d Chair

© William Makepeace Thackeray

In tattered old slippers that toast at the bars,
And a ragged old jacket perfumed with cigars,
Away from the world and its toils and its cares,
I’ve a snug little kingdom up four pair of stairs.

The Knight's Epitaph

© William Cullen Bryant

This is the church which Pisa, great and free,

Reared to St. Catharine. How the time-stained walls,

The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07:

© Conrad Aiken

'One white rose . . . or is it pink, to-day?'
They pause and smile, not caring what they say,
If only they may talk.
The crowd flows past them like dividing waters.
Dreaming they stand, dreaming they walk.

The Motorcyclists

© James Tate

but I still can’t eat eggplant. He says I’ll be the first
woman President, it’d be a waste since I talk so much.
Which do you think the fixtures are in the bathroom
at the White House, gold or brass? It’d be okay with me
if they were just brass. Honey, can we stop soon?
I really hate to say it but I need a lady’s room.

Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile

O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest?
What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird
And armour with impregnable delight
Of Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword?