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The Man Who Frets at Worldly Strife
© Joseph Rodman Drake
The man who frets at worldly strife
Grows sallow, sour, and thin;
The Joy Of Getting Back
© Edgar Albert Guest
There ain't the joy in foreign skies that those of home possess,
An' friendliness o' foreign folks ain't hometown friendliness;
An' far-off landscapes with their thrills don't grip me quite as hard
As jes' that little patch o' green that's in my own backyard.
The Way To Happiness
© Thomas Parnell
How long ye miserable blind
Shall idle dreams engage your mind,
The Humming Birds
© Alfred Noyes
Green wing and ruby throat,
What shining spell, what exquisite sorcery,
Lured you to float
And fight with bees round this one flowering tree?
The Ballad Of William Sycamore [1790-1871]
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My father, he was a mountaineer,
His fist was a knotty hammer;
He was quick on his feet as a running deer,
And he spoke with a Yankee stammer.
The Invocation
© William Blake
Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poet's Song,
Record the journey of immortal Milton thro' your realms
Of terror and mild moony lustre, in soft Sexual delusions
Of varièd beauty, to delight the wanderer, and repose
The Bride Of The Nile - Act III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
(Enter Barix and Boïlas conversing.)
Barix. I always said it, Boïlas, it must come at last,
The day of annexation. Things have moved on fast,
Faster than we quite thought a week or two ago.
The mills of Rome grind slowly--quite absurdly slow.
It comes to the same thing.
This was a PoetIt is That
© Emily Dickinson
This was a PoetIt is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings
And Attar so immense
The Sibyls
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Out of the seas that streamed
In ghostly turbulence moving and glimmering about me
I saw the rising of vast and visionary forms.
The Engine Driver
© Clive Sansom
The train goes running along the line,
Jicketty -can, Jicketty -can.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf VIII. -- Gudrun
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On King Olaf's bridal night
Shines the moon with tender light,
And across the chamber streams
Its tide of dreams.
The Isle
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
There was a little lawny islet
By anemone and violet,
Like mosaic, paven:
And its roof was flowers and leaves
The Tree Of Knowledge
© Edith Nesbit
I PLUCKED the blossoms of delight
In many a wood and many a field,
I made a garland fair and bright
As any gardens yield.
The Ecstasy
© Arthur Symons
What is this reverence in extreme delight
That waits upon my kisses as they Storm,
The Winter Lakes
© William Wilfred Campbell
Lands that loom like spectres, whited regions of winter,
Wastes of desolate woods, deserts of water and shore;
A world of winter and death, within these regions who enter,
Lost to summer and life, go to return no more.
The Australian
© Arthur Henry Adams
ONCE more this Autumn-earth is ripe,
Parturient of another type.
The Beech Tree's Petition
© Thomas Campbell
O leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
Transience
© Sarojini Naidu
Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,
Dawn will not veil her splendour for your grief,
Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty
To lotus blossom and ashoka leaf.
To Mrs. King, On Her Kind Present To The Author, A Patchwork Counterpane Of Her Own Making
© William Cowper
The Bard, if e'er he feel at all,
Must sure be quickened by a call
Both on his heart and head,
To pay with tuneful thanks the care
And kindness of a lady fair
Who deigns to deck his bed.
