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Sonnet: My Lady
© Dante Alighieri
My lady carries love within her eyes;
All that she looks on is made pleasanter;
Second Sunday In Lent
© John Keble
"And is there in God's world so drear a place
Where the loud bitter cry is raised in vain?
Where tears of penance come too late for grace,
As on the uprooted flower the genial rain?"
Sonnett - VIII
© James Russell Lowell
TO M.W., ON HER BIRTHDAY
Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born,
Song Of The Trees
© Mary Colborne-Veel
We are the Trees.
On us the dying rest
Their strange, sad eyes, in farewell messages.
And we, his comrades still, since earth began,
Wave mournful boughs above the grave of man,
And coffin his cold breast.
Sonnet 14
© Richard Barnfield
Heere, hold this gloue (this milk-white cheueril gloue)
Not quaintly ouer-wrought with curious knots,
Sonnet LXVI: The Heart of the Night
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
From lethargy to fever of the heart;
Ship's Glamour
© Harry Kemp
When there wakes any wind to shake this place,
This wave-hemmed atom of land on which I dwell,
My fancy conquers time, condition, space, -
A trivial sound begets a miracle!
Songs From A Masque
© Margaret Widdemer
SWANHILD SINGS UNSEEN:
White wings, far wings,
Fade down the sky,
Dream things, fair things
Follow and fly;
Sonnet V
© Caroline Norton
BECAUSE I know that there is that in me
Of which thou shouldst be proud, and not ashamed,--
Because I feel one made thy choice should be
Not even by fools and slanderers rashly blamed,--
Sonnet XI: Tears, Vows, and Prayers
© Samuel Daniel
Tears, vows, and prayers win the hardest heart:
Tears, vows, and prayers have I spent in vain;
Sensitiveness
© John Henry Newman
Time was I shrank from what was right,
From fear of what was wrong;
I would not brave the sacred fight
Because the foe was strong.
Song of the Old Boundary Rider
© Vance Palmer
Fat and full of health are the valleys of the Condamine,
There the yellow maize and the green tobacco grow,
Through the little gardens runs the trailing passion-vine,
And softly to the North the white downs flow.
Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts
© Hannah More
There was a young and valiant Knight,
Sir Eldred was his name;
And never did a worthier wight
The rank of knighthood claim.
Sorrow
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Into my heart, Sorrow, you found a way;
Mine enemy, it was bitter to weep and pray;
Sonnet. "I know that thou wilt read what here is writ"
© Frances Anne Kemble
I know that thou wilt read what here is writ,
And yet not know that it is writ for thee;
Strada's Nightingale
© William Cowper
The shepherd touch'd his reed; sweet Philomel
Essay'd, and oft essay'd to catch the strain,
And treasuring, as on her ear they fell,
The numbers, echod note for note again.
See, See, Mine Own Sweet Jewel
© Thomas Morley
See, see, mine own sweet jewel,
See what I have here for my darling:
A robin-redbreast and a starling.
These I give both, in hope to move thee-
And yet thou say'st I do not love thee.
Sonnet XXVIII: Soul-Light
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What other woman could be loved like you,
Or how of you should love possess his fill?
Slow Dancing on the Highway:the Trip North by Elizabeth Hobbs: American Life in Poetry #112 Ted Koos
© Ted Kooser
Not only do we have road rage, but it seems we have road love, too. Here Elizabeth Hobbs of Maine offers us a two-car courtship. Be careful with whom you choose to try this little dance.
Slow Dancing on the Highway:
the Trip North
You follow close behind me,
for a thousand miles responsive to my movements.
I signal, you signal back. We will meet at the next exit.
