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Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air IV-Cotillion
© John Gay
Act II, Scene iv, Air IVCotillion
Youths the season made for joys,
Sonnets from the Portuguese 38: First time he kissed me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write,
Stump
© Donald Hall
Today they cut down the oak.
Strong men climbed with ropes
in the brittle tree.
The exhaust of a gasoline saw
was blue in the branches.
Song
© John Fuller
You don’t listen to what I say.
When I lean towards you in the car
You simply smile and turn away.
Silchester
© John Kenyon
My travels' dream and talk for many a year,
At length I view thee, hoary Silchester!
Pilgrim long vowed; now only hither led,
As with new zeal by fervent Mitford fed,
Whose voice of poesy and classic grace
Had breathed a new religion on the place.
Sonnet 103: "Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,..."
© William Shakespeare
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
Sonnet CVI: When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time
© William Shakespeare
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone
© Robert Louis Stevenson
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Sonnet: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Is there a solitary wretch who hies
To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,
Song for Ishtar
© Denise Levertov
The moon is a sow
and grunts in my throat
Her great shining shines through me
so the mud of my hollow gleams
and breaks in silver bubbles
Spinning by Kevin Griffith : American Life in Poetry #217 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
American literature is rich with poems about the passage of time, and the inevitability of change, and how these affect us. Here is a poem by Kevin Griffith, who lives in Ohio, in which the years accelerate by their passing.
Spinning
Sargents Portrait of Edwin Booth at The Players
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
That face which no man ever saw
And from his memory banished quite,
Sonnet CXXXIX: O, call not me to justify the wrong
© William Shakespeare
O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Should You Wish To Know The Source
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Should you wish to know the Source,
From which your brothers drew…
Their strength of soul…
Their comfort, courage, patience, trust,
And iron might to bear their hardships
And suffer without end or measure?
Sonnet CXLI: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
© William Shakespeare
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
Song.In early days
© Louisa Stuart Costello
In early days thy fondness taught
My soul its endless love to know;
Thy image waked in every thought,
Nor fear'd my tongue to tell thee so.
