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Seance

© Edouard Roditi

The stranger walks into the dark room where the two men sit at the table and talk of travel

Satire On A Conceited Playwright

Sonnet XXX: Still In the Trace

© Samuel Daniel

Still in the trace of my tormented thought,

My ceaseless cares must march on to my death;

Song

© William Watson

APRIL, April,

Laugh thy girlish laughter;

September 1815

© William Wordsworth

WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
With ripening harvest prodigally fair,
In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,
Sent from some distant clime where Winter wields

Sonnet LXXXIII: Barren Spring

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:

And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,

Sonnet II.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

PARTED by time and space for many a year,
Yet ever longing, hoping for a day
When, heart to heart, the happy weeks shall stay
Their flight for us, and all our sky be clear

Sea-Shells

© Edith Nesbit

I gathered shells upon the sand,

Each shell a little perfect thing,

Sonnet 86: "Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,"

© William Shakespeare

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,

Bound for the prize of all too precious you,

Sililoquy On Death

© James Shirley

I have not lived

After the rate to fear another world.

Song of the Driftweed

© Jessie Mackay

HERES to the home that was never, never ours!

Toast it full and fairly when the winter lowers.

Summer Is Dying

© Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet
of the falling leaves of the wood,
and the sunset clouds are dying
in their own blood.

Sympathy

© Emma Lazarus

Therefore I dare reveal my private woe,

The secret blots of my imperfect heart,

There isn't any danger in the kindly things you say,
There isn't any sorrow in the fine and manly deed,
No deep regret awaits you at the ending of the day,
There's always joy in knowing that you've played the friend in need.

Sonnet VII

No haste but good, where wisdom makes the way,

For proof whereof behold the simple snail

Ships that Pass in the Night

Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing;

I look far out into the pregnant night,

Sounds From The Baseball Field

Batter in the home place,

That was nobly done;

Sea Longing

A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall

Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,

Sonnets of the Empire: Nelson

Thy name was lightning, and like lightning ay
Thine onset shivered, far and swift and fell:
Ever thy watchword holds us, and wheneer
The fierce Dawn breaks, and far along the sky
Roars the last battle, yet with us tis well
We keep the touch, thy hand and soul are there.