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To Oliver Wendell Holmes

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Among the thousands who with hail and cheer
Will welcome thy new year,
How few of all have passed, as thou and I,
So many milestones by!

Everyday Characters V - Portrait Of A Lady

Pauline, A Fragment of a Question

© Robert Browning

And I can love nothing-and this dull truth
Has come the last: but sense supplies a love
Encircling me and mingling with my life.

The Camp Of Souls

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

My white canoe, like the silvery air
O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls
When the moons of the world are round and fair,
I paddle back from the "Camp of Souls."

Second Love

© Henry Timrod

Could I reveal the secret joy
Thy presence always with it brings,
The memories so strangely waked
Of long forgotten things,

An April Fool

© Alfred Austin

I sallied afield when the bud first swells,
And the sun first slanteth hotly,
And I came on a yokel in cap and bells,
And a suit of saffron motley.

Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont

© André Breton

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:
I saw thee every day; and all the while
Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.

When Summer Comes

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

When summer comes, then you are near to me,

I feel your phantom presence on my heart,

Deep In A Yew-Sequestered Grove

© Mathilde Blind

Deep in a yew-sequestered grove
I sat and wept my heart away;
A child came by at close of day
With eyes as sweet as new-born love.

Madeline. A Domestic Tale

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

My child, my child, thou leav'st me!âI shall hear

The gentle voice no more that blest mine ear

Retreat

© John Fuller

I should like to live in a sunny town like this
Where every afternoon is half-day closing
And I would wait at the terminal for the one train
Of the day, pacing the platform, and no one arriving.

The Poster-Girl after Dante Gabriel Rossetti

© Carolyn Wells

The blessed Poster-girl leaned out
From a pinky-purple heaven;
One eye was red and one was green;
Her bang was cut uneven;
She had three fingers on her hand,
And the hairs on her head were seven.

Facing into It

© Hugo Williams

for Larry Levis

So it is here, then, after so long, and after all—

The Weakness

© Toi Derricotte

That time my grandmother dragged me

through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up

Eclogue 4: Pollio

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A somewhat loftier task! Not all men love
Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,
Woods worthy of a Consul let them be.

Parkinson’s Disease

While spoon-feeding him with one hand

she holds his hand with her other hand,

To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811

FAR from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake,
From the Vale's peace which all her fields partake,
Here on the bleakest point of Cumbria's shore
We sojourn stunned by Ocean's ceaseless roar;

Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)

Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meads
Unheard the Garigliano glides along;--
The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds,
The river taciturn of classic song.

Once on a time there walked a mariner,
That had been shipwrecked;-on a lonely shore,
And the green water made a restless stir,
And a great flock of mews sped on before.
He had nor food nor shelter, for the tide
Rose on the one, and cliffs on the other side.