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As It Begins With A Brush Stroke On A Snare Drum

© Larry Levis

The plaza was so still in that moment two years ago that
everything was clear,
As if it had been preserved beneath a kind of lacquered
stillness, &, for a while,
I did not even notice the pigeons lifting above the sad tiles
of churches,

A Legend Of Tintagel Castle

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rode
O'er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowed
And beside hung his helmet, for bare was his brow
To meet the soft breeze that was fanning him now.

Drought

© Francis William Bourdillon

For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,
Reproachful to the cloudless sky.
The hot white fields in light are blinking,
The rivers in their beds are shrinking.

Lilly-Willy-Woken

© Henry Clay Work

Broke! Broke! Broken!
Your stubborn will is broken
You will dance no more on the sable floor,
O Lilly Willy Woken!

Brother Of All, With Generous Hand

© Walt Whitman

Brother of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,
A thought to launch in memory of thee,
A burial verse for thee.

Unseasonable Snows

© Alfred Austin

The leaves have not yet gone; then why do ye come,

O white flakes falling from a dusky cloud?

The Bride Of The Nile - Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Belkís. I cannot do these sums
So long before the date. In the meanwhile talk to me.
I want to be amused. Life will go drearily
If we are to be like this. Let us play at something--chess,
Or draughts, or dominoes. Ask me a thing to guess--
An intellectual game.

The Yankee Volunteers

© William Makepeace Thackeray

"A surgeon of the United States' army says that on inquiring of
the Captain of his company, he found that NINE-TENTHS of the men
had enlisted on account of some female difficulty."Morning Paper.

To Thomas Moore, Esq.

© Frances Anne Kemble

Here's a health to thee, Bard of Erin!

To the goblet's brim we will fill;

Waking In Winter

© Sylvia Plath

I can taste the tin of the sky -- the real tin thing.
Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations --

Jennys Ribbons

© William Barnes

Jean ax'd what ribbon she should wear

'Ithin her bonnet to the feäir?

The Borough. Letter II: The Church

© George Crabbe

"WHAT is a Church?"--Let Truth and Reason speak,

They would reply, "The faithful, pure, and meek;

In An Office Building

© Margaret Widdemer

I WENT down the old passage

Between the lighted doors

Cadyow Castle

When princely Hamilton's abode
Ennobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,
The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,
And revel sped the laughing hours.

Requiem

Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
[1961]

The Wedding Day

The last! the last! the last!
Oh, by that little word,
How many thoughts are stirred! ~ CAROLINE SOUTHEY.

The Fan : A Poem. Book III.

© John Gay

Learn hence, ye wives; bid vain suspicion cease,
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace.
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments,
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents,
No more the days in pleasing converse flow,
And nights no more their soft endearments know.