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Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works
© John Keats
1.
Spirit here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest!
Spirit here that burneth!
Soliloquy Of A Turkey
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Wen you hyeah de da'kies singin', an' de quahtahs all is gay,
'T ain't de time fu' birds lak me to be 'erroun';
Wen de hick'ry chip is flyin', an' de log 's been ca'ied erway,
Den hit's dang'ous to be roostin' nigh he groun'.
Solitude
© George Gordon Byron
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Song Of Synthetic Virility
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Oh, some may sing of the surging sea, or chant
of the raging main;
Sonnet LIII.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
THE LAPLANDER.
THE shivering native, who by Tenglio's side
Beholds with fond regret the parting light
Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
© Henry Van Dyke
Children of the elemental mother,
Born upon some lonely island shore
Serenade
© Madison Julius Cawein
By the burnished laurel line
Glimmering flows the singing stream;
Oily eddies crease and shine
O'er white pebbles, white as cream.
Song For A Revolutionary Love
© Sylvia Plath
O throw it away, throw it all away on the wind:
first let the heavenly foliage go,
and page by pride the good books blow;
scatter smug angels with your hand.
Spanish Guerillas
© William Wordsworth
THEY seek, are sought; to daily battle led,
Shrink not, though far outnumbered by their Foes,
For they have learnt to open and to close
The ridges of grim war; and at their head
Sir Guy the Crusader
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Sir GUY was a doughty crusader,
A muscular knight,
Ever ready to fight,
A very determined invader,
And DICKEY DE LION'S delight.
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza XIV
© Gertrude Stein
She need not be selfish but he may add
They like my way it is partly mine
Sleep
© Edward Young
Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, -
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles: the wretched he forsakes,
And lights on lids unsullied by a tear.
Supernatural Songs
© William Butler Yeats
Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn
Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night
Set Me Whereas The Sun Doth Parch The Green
© Henry Howard
Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green
Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice,
She Was A Phantom Of Delight
© William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
Sonnet On An Edelweiss
© Frances Anne Kemble
Where huge rock buttresses bear up the clouds,
With all their floating reservoirs of rain;
" by William Shakespeare">Sonnet 121: "'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,..."
© William Shakespeare
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
Spring
© Thomas Nashe
SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing-
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Sonnet XII
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I STOOD in twilight by the winter's sea;
The spectral tides with hollow, hungry roar,
Broke massed and mighty on the shrinking shore.
The sea-birds wailed; the foam flew wild and free.
