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Two Aboriginal Songs
© Anonymous
Korindabria, korindabria, bogarona, bogarona. Iwariniang
iwaringdo, iwariniang, iwaringdo, iwariniang, iwaringdo,
iwariniang, iwaringdo, iwaringime. Iwaringiang, iwaringdoo,
ilanenienow, coombagongniengowe, ilanenienow, coombagongniengowe,
ilanenienowe combagoniengowe, ilanenienimme.
Turning Forty by Kevin Griffith: American Life in Poetry #13 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
Birthdays, especially those which mark the passage of a decade, are occasions not only for celebration, but for reflection. In "Turning Forty," Ohio poet Kevin Griffith conveys a confusion of sentiments. The speaker feels a sense of peace at forty, but recalls a more powerful, more confident time in his life.
The Dog and the Water Lily. No Fable
© William Cowper
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept Ouses silent tide,
The Chamois Hunter's Love
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois bounds;
Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the torrent-sounds;
And where the snow-peaks gleam like stars, through the stillness of the air,
And where the Lauwine's peal is heart - Hunter! thy heart is there!
To A. Patchett Martin
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
I 'VE something of the bulldog in my breed,
The spaniel is developed rather less,
While life is in me I can fight and bleed,
But never the chastising hand caress.
The Temple
© Katharine Tynan
WHAT of Louvain and of Rheims
Made for God by man? What then?
Here be temples more than man's
Wrought by God for His own men.
To the Portrait of "A Lady"
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Well, Miss, I wonder where you live,
I wonder whatâs your name,
The Land Of The Dawning
© George Essex Evans
Darkrose her shore in seas of amethyst
By tropic breezes kissed,
The Best Pipe
© Robert Fuller Murray
Clay, meerschaum, hookah, what are they
That I should view them with desire?
Both now, and when my hair is grey,
Give me a finely seasoned briar.
The Bullfinch
© Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
Why do you strike up songs military
Fife-like, o, bullfinch, my friend?
Who'll take the lead in our fight with Hell's forces?
Who will command us? What Hercules?
Where is Suvorov, strong, swift and fearless?
Now Northern thunder lies dead in the grave.
To The Moko-Moko, Or Bell-Bird
© Alexander Bathgate
I.
Merry chimer, merry chimer,
Oh, sing once more,
Again outpour,
Like some long-applauded mimer,
All thy vocal store.
Twistable Turnable Man
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Foldable Man.
The Dying Stockman
© Anonymous
A strapping young stockman lay dying,
His saddle supporting his head;
His two mates around him were crying,
As he rose on his elbow and said:
The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion
© Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams are with us no more;but of these mysteries
anon. I rejoice to see you looking life-like and rational.
The film of the shadow has already passed from off your
eyes. Be of heart, and fear nothing. Your allotted days of
stupor have expired, and to-morrow I will myself induct you
into the full joys and wonders of your novel existence.
The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154)
© William Shakespeare
CXXVII
In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
The Canary Bird
© Jones Very
I cannot hear thy voice with others ears,
Who make of thy lost liberty a gain;
The Tower of the Dream
© Charles Harpur
But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreationsgloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.
The Modern Major-General
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I am the very pattern of a modern Major-Gineral,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral;
