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Sonnet XXII: With Fools and Children

© Michael Drayton

To FollyWith fools and children, good discretion bears;
Then, honest people, bear with Love and me,
Nor older yet, nor wiser made by years,
Amongst the rest of fools and children be;

Sonnet LXIII: Truce, Gentle Love

© Michael Drayton

Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave;

Methinks 'tis long since first these wars begun;

Sonnet IX: As Other Men

© Michael Drayton

As other men, so I myself do muse
Why in this sort I wrest invention so,
And why these giddy metaphors I use,
Leaving the path the greater part do go.

Sonnet XI: You Not Alone

© Michael Drayton

You not alone, when you are still alone,
O God, from you that I could private be.
Since you one were, I never since was one;
Since you in me, my self since out of me,

Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant

© Michael Drayton

A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd
(Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move),
Entreated me, as e'er I wish'd his good,
To write him but one sonnet to his love;

Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help

© Michael Drayton

Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.

Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures

An Allusion to the Phoenix'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone,
Which best by you of living things is known;
None like to that, none like to you is found.

Sonnet XIX: You Cannot Love

© Michael Drayton

To HumorYou cannot love, my pretty heart, and why?
There was a time you told me that you would;
But now again you will the same deny,
If it might please you, would to God you could.

Surprised By Joy

© William Wordsworth

Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind

I turned to share the transport-Oh! with whom

Stanley Meets Mutesa

© David Rubadiri

Such a time of it they had;

The heat of the day

Sonnet XLIX: How Long

© Samuel Daniel

How long shall I in mine affliction mourn,

A burden to myself, distress'd in mind?

Self And Soul

© Madison Julius Cawein

It came to me in my sleep,
And I rose from my sleep and went
Out in the night to weep,
Over the bristling bent.
With my soul, it seemed, I stood
Alone in a moaning wood.

Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2

Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2.
Stet quicunque volet potens
Aulae culmine lubrico &c.

Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook

The First Attempt to Reach the Shore

Where is the painter who shall paint for you,

Soldier's Dream

© Wilfred Owen

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.