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Spring
© Celia Thaxter
The alder by the river
Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
For little boys and girls.
Silence
© James Whitcomb Riley
Thousands of thousands of hushed years ago,
Out on the edge of Chaos, all alone
Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wunst I looked our pepper-box lid
An' cut little pie-dough biscuits, I did,
And cooked 'em on our stove one day
When our hired girl she said I may.
Splash, Dash!
© Louisa May Alcott
"Splash, dash!
Rumble and crash!
Here come the beavers gay;
See what they do,
Rosy, for you,
Because you helped me one day."
Sakal hee majhi
© Sant Tukaram
None see me off. Let those go home who will
Receive this blessing from a loosing heart
Let righteous deed secure you all good weal
Ye brought me up and gave me to one
Sonnet XLVIII: My Cynthia
© Samuel Daniel
My Cynthia hath the waters of mine eyes
The ready handmaids on her grace attending
Sorrows of Werther
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.
Strophes
© Kostas Karyotakis
1.
For twenty years I gambled
with books instead of cards;
for twenty years I gambled
Satyr VII. The Isle Of Wight
© Thomas Parnell
In noble deeds our valiant fathers shone
We'le shine in all their glory's & our own
So Or---d does & O---d Leads us on
Sober Song by Barton Sutter: American Life in Poetry #6 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Rhyme has a way of lightening the spirit of a poem, and in this instance, the plural, spirits, is the appropriate word choice. Lots of readers can relate to "Sober Song," which originally appeared in North Dakota Quarterly. Barton Sutter is a Minnesota poet, essayist, and fiction writer who has won awards in all three genres.
Sober Song
Song. Translated From The German
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ah! grasp the dire dagger and couch the fell spear,
If vengeance and death to thy bosom be dear,
The dastard shall perish, deaths torment shall prove,
For fate and revenge are decreed from above.
Sonnet - To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye,
Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree
Song - Stay, Phoebus, stay!
© Edmund Waller
Stay, Phoebus, stay!
The world to which you fly so fast,
Conveying day
From us to them, can pay your haste
With no such object, not salute your rise
With no such wonder, as De Mornay's eyes.
Shelley
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BECAUSE they thought his doctrines were not just,
Mankind assumed for him the chastening rod,
And tyrants reared in pride, and strong in lust,
Wounded the noblest of the sons of God;
Saint Romualdo
© Emma Lazarus
I give God thanks that I, a lean old man,
Wrinkled, infirm, and crippled with keen pains
Sicilian Song
© Frances Anne Kemble
I planted in my heart one seed of love,
Water'd with tears and watch'd with sleepless care.
Sonnet XXIV: Pride of Youth
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Even as a child, of sorrow that we give
The dead, but little in his heart can find,
