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Sonnet 108: When Sorrow
© Sir Philip Sidney
When sorrow (using mine own fire's might)
Melts down his lead into my boiling breast;
Through that dark furnace to my heart oppress'd
There shines a joy from thee, my only light;
Sonnet II: Bridal Birth
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As when desire, long darkling, dawns, and first
The mother looks upon the newborn child,
Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace
© James Clerk Maxwell
All the snows have fled, and grass springs up on the meadows,
And there are leaves on the trees;
Sonnet 71: Who Will in Fairest Book
© Sir Philip Sidney
Who will in fairest book of nature know
How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be,
Satisfaction For Suffering
© Robert Herrick
For all our works a recompence is sure;
'Tis sweet to think on what was hard t'endure.
Shakespeare
© Henry Ames Blood
There, too, that Spanish galleon of a hulk,
Ben Jonson, lying at full length,
Should so dispose his goodly bulk
That he might lie at ease upon his back,
To test the tone and strength
Of Bonifaces sherris-sack.
Sonnet 75: Of All The Kings
© Sir Philip Sidney
Of all the kings that ever here did reign,
Edward nam'd Fourth, as first in praise I name;
Not for his fair outside, nor well-lin'd brain,
Although less gifts imp feathers oft on Fame:
Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight
© Sir Philip Sidney
Unhappy sight, and hath she vanish'd by
So near, in so good time, so free a place?
Dead glass, dost thou thy object so embrace,
As what my heart still sees thou canst not spy?
Saint Peter
© George MacDonald
O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt?
Indeed the spray flew fast about,
Scorflufus
© Spike Milligan
There are many diseases,
That strike people's kneeses,
Scorflufus! is one by name
It comes from the East
Packed in bladders of yeast
So the Chinese must take half the blame.
Song.Yes, I had hope
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Yes! I had hope when first we met,
For hope and joy were in thine eye;
'Twas long before I could forget,
I trusted thee so tenderly.
Songs Set To Music: 15. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Farewell, Amynta, we must part;
The charm has lost its power
Which held so fast my captived heart
Until this fatal hour.
Song Of Despair
© Pablo Neruda
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Sonnet To A Stilton Cheese
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Stilton, thou shouldst be living at this hour
And so thou art. Nor losest grace thereby;
Sonnet LVII. To Dependence
© Charlotte Turner Smith
DEPENDENCE! heavy, heavy are thy chains,
And happier they who from the dangerous sea,
Or the dark mine, procure with ceaseless pains
A hard-earn'd pittance--than who trust to thee!
St. Valentine's Day
© Edgar Albert Guest
Let loose the sails of love and let them fill
With breezes sweet with tenderness to-day;
Scorn not the praises youthful lovers say;
Romance is old, but it is lovely still.
Not he who shows his love deserves the jeer,
But he who speaks not what she longs to hear.
Song Of The Highest Tower
© Arthur Rimbaud
Idle youth
Enslaved to everything,
By being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.
Ah ! Let the time come
When hearts are enamoured.
Sunny New South Wales
© Anonymous
We often hear men boast about the land which gave them birth,
And each one thinks his native land the fairest spot on earth;
Self-Portrait by Zozan Hawez: American Life in Poetry #198 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Now, in the city of rain,
I try to forget my past,
But memories never fade.
