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Off Monomoy
© Bliss William Carman
HAVE you sailed Nantucket Sound
By lightship, buoy, and bell,
And lain becalmed at noon
On an oily summer swell?
Ode To Death
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Oh, Misery's cure! who e'er in pale dismay
Has watch'd the angel form they could not save,
And seen their dearest blessing torn away,
May well the terrors of thy triumph brave,
Nor pause in fearful dread before the opening grave!
On a Blind Girl
© Baha ad-Din Zuhayr
They call my love a poor blind maid:
I love her more for that, I said;
I love her for she cannot see
The gray hairs which disfigure me.
Onn Oure Ladies Chyrche
© Thomas Chatterton
AS onn a hylle one eve sittynge,
At oure Ladie's Chyrche mouche wonderynge,
Once More, the Round
© Theodore Roethke
What's greater, Pebble or Pond?
What can be known? The Unknown.
Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn
© George Meredith
The crimson-footed nymph is panting up the glade,
With the wine-jar at her arm-pit, and the drunken ivy-braid
Round her forehead, breasts, and thighs: starts a Satyr, and they
speed:
Hear the crushing of the leaves: hear the cracking of the bough!
And the whistling of the bramble, the piping of the weed!
Olney Hymn 30: The Light And Glory Of The Word
© William Cowper
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
Ovid. Trist. Lib. V. Elegy XII.
© William Cowper
You bid me write to amuse the tedious hours,
And save from withering my poetic powers;
Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving
© Boris Pasternak
Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving
Is a restless god's passionate rage,
And chaos out into the world comes creeping,
As in the ancient fossil age.
On The Day Of Gogol's Death
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
How blessed's the good-natured poet,
With little bile and much emotion:
All lovers of the gentle arts
Send him sincerest greetings;
One Tear
© Robert Fuller Murray
Last night, when at parting
Awhile we did stand,
Suddenly starting,
There fell on my hand
Ode to Women
© John Logan
Ye virgins! fond to be admired,
With mighty rage of conquest fired,
And universal sway;
Who heave th' uncover'd bosom high,
And roll a fond, inviting eye,
On all the circle gay!
October
© Margaret Widdemer
DONE with the Spring's unrest and gleam,
The summer's toil and rich unrest,
With nothing left to seek or keep
Before she turns to Winter sleep
Earth lays her golden head, to dream
One month against the gold sky's breast.
Olney Hymn 43: Prayer For Patience
© William Cowper
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
Help me with patience to endure.
OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII (Entire)
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Ormuzd And Ahriman. The Overture.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Ah, what are all the discords of all time
But stumbling steps of one persistent life
That struggles up through mists to heights sublime
Forefelt through all creation's lingering strife:
The deathless motion of one undertone,
Whose deep vibrations thrill from God to God alone!
On A Moonstruck Gravel Road by Rodney Torreson: American Life in Poetry #49 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet La
© Ted Kooser
This fine poem by Rodney Torreson, of Grand Rapids, Michigan, looks into the world of boys arriving at the edge of manhood, and compares their natural wildness to that of dogs, with whom they feel a kinship.
On A Moonstruck Gravel Road
The sheep-killing dogs saunter home,
wool scraps in their teeth.
Olney Hymn 63: Not Of Works
© William Cowper
Grace, triumphant in the throne,
Scorns a rival, reigns alone;
