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The Ghost That Jim Saw
© Francis Bret Harte
Why, as to that, said the engineer,
Ghosts ain't things we are apt to fear;
The Latest School
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
See the flying French depart
Like the bees of Bonaparte,
Swarming up with a most venomous vitality.
Over Baden and Bavaria,
And Brighton and Bulgaria,
Thus violating Belgian neutrality.
The Comedian As The Letter C: 01 - The World Without Imagination
© Wallace Stevens
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As such, the Socrates
The Future Life
© William Cullen Bryant
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?
There Is Another Way by Pat Schneider: American Life in Poetry #58 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
In the sweet marrow of a bone,
the maggot does not remember
the wingspread
of the mother, the green
shine of her body, nor even
the last breath of the dying deer.
The Finer Spirit.
© Robert Crawford
'Tis when the wits I have are gone
The finer powers appear;
The spirit of phantasy leads me on,
And gives my heart her cheer.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HIS BONDAGE TO MANON IS BROKEN
From this day forth I lead another life,
Another life! A life without a tear!
To--day has ended the unequal strife;
The Voice Of Spring
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
I come, I come! ye have called me long;
I come o'er the mountains, with light and song.
Ye may trace my step o'er the waking earth
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves opening as I pass.
The Lion
© William Morris
The Beasts that be
In wood and waste,
Now sit and see,
Nor ride nor haste.
The Disciple
© Jones Very
Thou wilt my hands employ, though others find
No work for those who praise thy name aright;
To a Friend
© William Shenstone
Have you ne'er seen, my gentle Squire!
The humours of your kitchen fire?
That Holy Thing
© George MacDonald
They all were looking for a king
To slay their foes, and lift them high:
Thou cam'st a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.
The Red Mist
© Roderic Quinn
SHE thinks aloud as she sits alone,
And the magpies call in the evening grey
Oh, sorrow to her with the heart of stone
Who stole my lover away, away!
The Lonely Old Fellow
© Edgar Albert Guest
The roses are bedded for winter, the tulips are planted for spring;
The robins and martins have left us; there are only the sparrows to sing.
The Freed Islands
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A FEW brief years have passed away
Since Britain drove her million slaves
Beneath the tropic's fiery ray:
God willed their freedom; and to-day
The Master
© Oscar Wilde
Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea,
having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into
the valley. For he had business in his own home.
Threnos
© Ezra Pound
No more desire flayeth me,
No more for us the trembling
At the meeting of hands.
"Trail all your pikes..."
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum,
March in a slow procession from afar,
The Sister
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
WHAT is balm for a soul distressed, O! sailor tell to me ?
A good ship in a fighting wind glad of an angry sea.
The leaping timbers 'neath your feet, the salt upon your cheek,
Never soul could mourn, my sister, O! never heart could break."
