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On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher
© Richard Lovelace
I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!
The blind and late Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,
Obscured with the false fires of his sceme,
Not half those souls are lightned by this theme.
Of Some Renown by Jean L. Connor: American Life in Poetry #22 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
In this short poem by Vermont writer Jean L. Connor, an older speaker challenges the perception that people her age have lost their vitality and purpose. Connor compares the life of such a person to an egret fishing. Though the bird stands completely still, it has learned how to live in the world, how to sustain itself, and is capable of quick action when the moment is right.
O Child Beside The Waterfall
© George Barker
O Child beside the Waterfall
what songs without a word
rise from those waters like the call
only a heart has heard-
the Joy, the Joy in all things
rise whistling like a bird.
Our Guests
© William Henry Ogilvie
We welcome you,
Our guests from o'er the sea!
Together flew
Our flags till the world was free ;
And now they shall fly for us while we ride
In our rival friendship side by side.
Olney Hymn 4: Jehovah-Nissi: The Lord My Banner
© William Cowper
By whom was David taught
To aim the deadly blow,
When he Goliath fought,
And laid the Gittite low?
Nor sword nor spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.
On The Swallow (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Attic maid! with honey fed,
Bear'st thou to thy callow brood
Yonder locust from the mead,
Destined their delicious food?
Ossian's Hymn to the Sun
© John Logan
O Thou whose beams the sea-gift earth array,
King of the sky, and father of the day!
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part II
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here at last! And do you know
That again you've kept me waiting?
Wondering, anticipating,
If your "yes" meant "no."
Ode
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Delivered on the first anniversary of the Carolina Art Association, Feb. 10, 1856.
THERE are two worlds wherein our souls may dwell,
With discord, or ethereal music fraught,
One the loud mart wherein men buy and sell
October
© John Jay Chapman
A day all zenith; the enclosing air,
Like to the lens of a vast telescope,
Shows the enameled globe, which now doth wear
Its gayest motley; every jutting slope
And quiet spire appears both far and near,
Seen through the splendor of the atmosphere.
On A Midge
© George MacDonald
Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you
Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes
On A Crushed Hat
© Robert Fuller Murray
Brown was my friend, and faithfulbut so fat!
He came to see me in the twilight dim;
I rose politely and invited him
To take a seathow heavily he sat!
O Fons Bandusae
© Henry Austin Dobson
O BABBLING Spring, than glass more clear,
Worthy of wreath and cup sincere,
Old And Young
© Francis William Bourdillon
LONG ago, on a bright spring day,
I passed a little child at play;
Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind
© Barnabe Googe
The oftener seen, the more I lust,
The more I lust, the more I smart,
Oglethorpe
© Madison Julius Cawein
An Ode to be read on the laying of the foundation
stone of the new Oglethorpe University,
On Old Man's Thought Of School
© Walt Whitman
And these I see-these sparkling eyes,
These stores of mystic meaning-these young lives,
Building, equipping, like a fleet of ships-immortal ships!
Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,
On the Soul's voyage.
On A Picture
© John Kenyon
This pictured work, with ancient graces fraught,
(Or so they say) Albertinelli wrought.
