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Writing To Onegin

© Ruth Padel

(After Pushkin)
Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long
White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk
And passionate cold feet

The Coming Of Arthur

© Alfred Tennyson

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

M'Fingal - Canto I

© John Trumbull

When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule,

First put the British troops to school;

A Spiritual Manifestation

© John Greenleaf Whittier

To-day the plant by Williams set
Its summer bloom discloses;
The wilding sweethrier of his prayers
Is crowned with cultured roses.

The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter

© Hilaire Belloc

When Peter Wanderwide was young
He wandered everywhere he would:
All that he approved was sung,
And most of what he saw was good.

Boyars, The People, Inspectors, Officers, Attendants, Guests,
a Boy in attendance on Prince Shuisky, a Catholic Priest, a
Polish Noble, a Poet, an Idiot, a Beggar, Gentlemen, Peasants,
Guards, Russian, Polish, and German Soldiers, a Russian
Prisoner of War, Boys, an old Woman, Ladies, Serving-women.

Cats Cradle Song, By A Babe In Knots

© James Clerk Maxwell

Peter the Repeater,
Platted round a platter
Slips of slivered paper,
Basting them with batter.

Fable Of The Rhododendron Stealers

© Sylvia Plath

I walked the unwalked garden of rose-beds
In the public park; at home felt the want
Of a single rose present to imagine
The garden's remainder in full paint.

La petite marchande de fleurs

© François Coppée

Elle nous proposa ses fleurs d'une voix douce,
Et souriant avec ce sourire qui tousse.
Et c'était monstrueux, cette enfant de sept ans
Qui mourait de l'hiver en offrant le printemps.

Study

© David Herbert Lawrence

Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird
Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel,
Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads back,
Stirred by an impetuous wind. Some waysll
All be sweet with white and blue violet.
(Hush now, hush. Where am I?Biuret)

A Garden In The Desert

© Harriet Monroe

So light and soft the days fall
Like petals one by one
Down from yon tree whose flowers all
Must vanish in the sun.

Gloire de Dijon

© David Herbert Lawrence

When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
And the sunbeams catch her

In The Forest

© Sarojini Naidu

HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.

Green

© David Herbert Lawrence

The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

The Me Within Thee Blind!

Since God is lost, then all is lost indeed.
You did not know the comfort or the need
Of God for me, who am so frail and weak.
Blown by all winds, I know not where to seek.

Snake

But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?

One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part I

Herein the dearness of her is;
The thirty perfect days of June
Made one, in maiden loveliness
Were not more sweet to clasp and kiss,
With love not more in tune.

The Symphony

And yet shall Love himself be heard,
Though long deferred, though long deferred:
O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:
Music is Love in search of a word."

The Jacquerie A Fragment

Chapter I.Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright
Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night,
And flamed, one brilliant instant, on the world,
Then back into the historic moat was hurled