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Spring
© Sara Teasdale
IN Central Park the lovers sit,
On every hilly path they stroll,
Each thinks his love is infinite,
And crowns his soul.
Speculum Tuscanismi
© Gabriel Harvey
Since Galatea came in, and Tuscanism gan usurp,
Vanity above all: villainy next her, stateliness Empress
Sonnet LXXIX. To The Goddess Of Botany
© Charlotte Turner Smith
OF Folly weary, shrinking from the view
Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take
All peace from humble life; I would forsake
Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you
Study Of Two Pears
© Wallace Stevens
I
Opusculum paedagogum.
The pears are not viols,
Nudes or bottles.
They resemble nothing else.
Speranza
© Jean Ingelow
England puts on her purple, and pale, pale
With too much light, the primrose doth but wait
To meet the hyacinth; then bower and dale
Shall lose her and each fairy woodland mate.
April forgets them, for their utmost sum
Of gift was silent, and the birds are come.
Stupid Pencil Maker
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Some dummy built this pencil wrong,
The eraser's down here where the point belongs,
And the point's at the top - so it's no good to me,
It's amazing how stupid some people can be.
Sojourning and Wandering
© Padraic Colum
AUTUMN
A GOOD stay-at-home season is Autumn: then there's
work to be joined in by all:
Though the fawns, where the brackens make covert, may range away undeterred,
The stags that were lone upon hillocks now give heed to the call,
To the bellowing call of the hinds, and they draw back to the herd.
Seaward: To
© Celia Thaxter
HOW long it seems since that mild April night,
When, leaning from the window, you and I
Heard, clearly ringing from the shadowy bight,
The loons unearthly cry!
Sonnett - XXIII
© James Russell Lowell
WENDELL PHILLIPS
He stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide
Speak Now For Peace
© Vachel Lindsay
Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen,
Stand now for peace, (though anger breaks your heart),
Though naught but smoke and flame and drowning is seen.
Songs Set To Music: 26.
© Matthew Prior
Some kind angel, gently flying,
Moved with pity at my pain,
Tell Corinna I am dying
Till with joy we meet again.
Sonnet 8
© Richard Barnfield
Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were,
So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene,
Sonnet VI
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Tomicki, if they'd not chide him
Who lights a praising lamp to Light
Praised, sacred and boundless Itself,
Whence every light's glow doth stem,
Straw
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
When you are trying to sleep, Solominka,
In your enormous bedroom, and are waiting,
Sleepless, for the high and weighty ceiling to come down
With quiet, heavy sorrow on your keen eyelids,
Sermon In A Churchyard
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Let pious Damon take his seat,
With mincing step and languid smile,
Song (Untitled #9)
© George Meredith
I would I were the drop of rain
That falls into the dancing rill,
For I should seek the river then,
And roll below the wooded hill,
Until I reached the sea.
, for String Quartet by Amy Lowell">Stravinsky's Three Pieces "Grotesques", for String Quartet
© Amy Lowell
First Movement
Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Songs Set To Music: 10. Set By Mr. Smith
© Matthew Prior
Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad?
To think and ne'er drink will make you stark mad.
