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Surely thy body is thy mind,
For in thy face is nought to find,
Only thy soft unchristen’d smile,
That shadows neither love nor guile,
But shameless will and power immense,
In secret sensuous innocence.

OEnone

© Alfred Tennyson

"Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
He smiled, and opening out his milk-white palm
Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold,
That smelt ambrosially, and while I look'd
And listen'd, the full-flowing river of speech
Came down upon my heart.

Aphrodite Metropolis (2)

© Kenneth Fearing

Harry loves Myrtle—He has strong arms, from the warehouse,

And on Sunday when they take the bus to emerald meadows he doesn't say:

The Troubadour. Canto 1

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

There is a light step passing by
Like the distant sound of music's sigh;
It is that fair and gentle child,
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiled,
Like sunlight on a stormy day,
His almost sullenness away.

Roses And Sunshine

© Edgar Albert Guest

Rough is the road I am journeying now,

Heavy the burden I'm bearing to-day;

Sonnet LI: I Must Not Grieve My Love

© Samuel Daniel

I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read

Lines of delight, whereon her youth might smile;

The King Of Candyland

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Have you heard of the king of Candy land?
Well, listen while I sing,
He has pages on every hand,
For he is a mighty king,
And thousands of children bend the knee,
And bow to this ruler of high degree.

Division Of An Estate

© George Moses Horton

It well bespeaks a man beheaded, quite
Divested of the laurel robe of life,
When every member struggles for its base,
The head; the power of order now recedes,

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

© Thomas Stearns Eliot

Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

To Ladies Of A Certain Age

© John Trumbull

Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove

The early joys of youth and love,

Fragment: Yes! All Is Past

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Ah! no, I cannot shed the pitying tear,
This breast is cold, this heart can feel no more--
But I can rest me on thy chilling bier,
Can shriek in horror to the tempest's roar.'

The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup

© Eugene Field

Now lithe and listen, gentles all,
Now lithe ye all and hark
Unto a ballad I shall sing
About Buena Park.

A Single Smile

© Paul Eluard

A single smile disputes
Each star with the gathering night
A single smile for us both

Washing Day

The Muses are turned gossips; they have lost

The buskined step, and clear high-sounding phrase,

Evensong

© Conrad Aiken

I

In the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange,

Regardant

© John Hay

As I lay at your feet that afternoon,
Little we spoke,--you sat and mused,
Humming a sweet old-fashioned tune,

The Stringy-Bark Cockatoo

© Anonymous

I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,
Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.
Roaming about the country, looking for some work to do,
I got a job of reaping off a stringy-bark cockatoo.