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The Heaven Of Animals
© James Dickey
Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.
The Sleeping Flowers
© Emily Dickinson
"WHOSE are the little beds," I asked,
"Which in the valleys lie?"
Some shook their heads, and others smiled,
And no one made reply.
The Little Left Hand - Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Interior of a Church--Davis, Bradshaw, and others.
Davis. The sword of the Lord and the sword of Gideon!
It was good To see the red--coats run before our multitude.
We broke them by sheer numbers--
The Grave. From The Anglo-Saxon
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For thee was a house built
Ere thou wast born,
To A Lady, With Falconer's 'Shipwreck'
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams
In arched groves, the youthful poet's choice;
Nor while half-listening, mid delicious dreams,
To harp and song from lady's hand and voice;
The Meaning Of Death
© Allen Tate
Time, fall no more.
Let that be life time falls no more. The threat
Of time we in our own courage have forsworn.
Let light fall, there shall be eternal light
And all the light shall on our heads be worn
The Wail Of The Waiter
© Marcus Clarke
All day long, at Scott's or Menzies', I await the gorging crowd,
Panting, penned within a pantry, with the blowflies humming loud,
To A Thesaurus
© Franklin Pierce Adams
O precious codex, volume, tome,
Book, writing, compilation, work
Attend the while I pen a pome,
A jest, a jape, a quip, a quirk.
The Wanderer
© Madison Julius Cawein
Between the death of day and birth of night,
By War's red light,
The Arctic Visitation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SOME air-born genius, with malignant mouth,
Breathed on the cold clouds of an Arctic zone--
Which o'er long wastes of shore and ocean blown
Swept threatening, vast, toward the amazèd South:
The School-Boy
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
So ran my lines, as pen and paper met,
The truant goose-quill travelling like Planchette;
Too ready servant, whose deceitful ways
Full many a slipshod line, alas! betrays;
Hence of the rhyming thousand not a few
Have builded worse--a great deal--than they knew.
The Rune-Master
© Padraic Colum
On an old thorn-tree
By an ancient rath
You heard him sing,
And with runes you charmed him
Till he stayed with you,
Giving clear song.
The Usher's Charge
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Now, Jurymen, hear my advice -
All kinds of vulgar prejudice
I pray you set aside:
With stern judicial frame of mind -
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried!
The Cat
© Harry Graham
My children, never, never steal!
To know their offspring is a thief
Will often make a father feel
Annoyed and cause a mother grief;
So never steal, but, when you do,
Be sure there's no one watching you.
The Dundee Flower Show:Dedicated to the Right Honourable Earl of Dalhousie
© William Topaz McGonagall
Twas in the year of 1886 and in the 2nd day of September
Which the lovers of horticultural beauty will long remember
Especially those that visited the Flower Show, on the Magdalen Green, Dundee,
Must confess it was really a most magnificent sight to see
The Doctor Asked Her What She Wanted Done
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
And questioning her, she'd never seen before,
But only watching by his bed once more
And sitting silent if a knocking came…
She said at length, feeling the doctor's eyes,
"I don't know what you do exactly when a person dies."
