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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
YOUTH
Youth, ageless youth, the old gods' attribute!
--To inherit cheeks a--tingle with such blood
As wood nymphs blushed, who to the first--blown flute
The Past
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Wilt thou forget the happy hours
Which we buried in Loves sweet bowers,
Heaping over their corpses cold
The Chosen
© William Butler Yeats
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much
Struggling for an image on the track
The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog by Alicia Ostriker : American Life in Poetry #
© Ted Kooser
Alicia Suskin Ostriker is one of our country’s finest poets. She lives in Princeton, New Jersey. I thought that today you might like to have us offer you a poem full of blessings.
The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog
To be blessed
The Making Of Friends
© Edgar Albert Guest
If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along,
If each every minute looked after himself and good things all went to the
strong,
If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me,
And we stood all alone to the battle of life, what a dreary old world it
would be!
The Good Shepherd (From The Spanish Of Lope De Vega)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Shepherd! who with thine amorous sylvan songs
Hast broken the slumber that encompassed me,
The Chaperon
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
I take my chaperon to the play--
She thinks she's taking me.
And the gilded youth who owns the box,
A proud young man is he;
The Juggler's Song
© Rudyard Kipling
Stripped to loin-cloth in the sun,
Search me well and watch me close!
Tell me how my tricks are done-
Tell me how the mango grows!
The Battle Of Moncontour
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Oh, weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the hour,
When the children of darkness and evil had power,
When the horsemen of Valois triumphantly trod
On the bosoms that bled for their rights and their God.
The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-grinder
© George Canning
"Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order-
Bleak blows the blast;-your hat has got a hole in't,
So have your breeches!
To Edward Clodd
© William Watson
Friend, in whose friendship I am twice well-starred,
A debt not time may cancel is your due;
The Tendril's Faith
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
A under the snow in the dark and the cold,
pale little sprout was humming;
The Destroyer
© Edith Nesbit
ACROSS the quiet pastures of my soul
The invading army marched in splendid might
My few poor forces fled beyond control,
Scattered, defeated, hidden in the night.
The Dead
© Sylvia Plath
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed,
Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes,
Dead men render love and war no heed,
Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe.
The Father Of The Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
I can't help thinkin' o' the lad!
Here's summer bringin' trees to fruit,
The Song Of Hiawatha VIII: Hiawatha's Fishing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
The Old Road
© Jones Very
THE ROAD is left that once was trod
By man and heavy-laden beast;
And new ways opened, iron-shod,
That bind the land from west to east.
The Hills
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is no joy of earth that thrills
My bosom like the far-off hills!
The Formless Brahma Has Incarnated As Krishna
© Sant Surdas
Krishna awoke;
Yashoda was enraptured to see his face blooming as a lotus that captures the rising sun's first rays. Taking off the coverlet she said, 'awake, darling boy, awake, your loveliness makes me swoon your bewitching face is like the full moon seen through the sea's foam when it was churned for nectar.'
