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The Fan : A Poem. Book III.
© John Gay
Learn hence, ye wives; bid vain suspicion cease,
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace.
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments,
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents,
No more the days in pleasing converse flow,
And nights no more their soft endearments know.
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
At the age of 37
She knew she'd found forever,
As she rolled along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair.
The Black Knight
© Johann Ludwig Uhland
'T was Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,
When woods and fields put off all sadness.
Thus began the King and spake:
"So from the halls
Of ancient hofburg's walls,
A luxuriant Spring shall break."
The Song of Elf
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Blue-eyed was Elf the minstrel,
With womanish hair and ring,
Yet heavy was his hand on sword,
Though light upon the string.
The Song of the Tempest
© Sir Walter Scott
Stern eagle of the far north-west,
Thou that bearest in thy grasp the thunderbolt,
To a Man who Wished to Die
© Leon Gellert
And now that you are dead, - If I should die
Upon this ground,
And open my new eye,
Id leave my body dead,
Just like a garment shed
Without a sound;
The Rites Of Darkness
© Kenneth Patchen
The sleds of the children
Move down the right slope.
To the left, hazed in the tumbling air,
A thousand lights smudge
Within the branches of the old forest,
Like colored moons in a well of milk.
The Factories
© Margaret Widdemer
I have shut my little sister in from life and light
(For a rose, for a ribbon, for a wreath across my hair),
The Bride
© Ambrose Bierce
YOU know, my friends, with what a brave carouse
I made a second marriage in my house,
Divorced old barren Reason from my bed
And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.
"There Is Dew For The Flow'ret"
© Thomas Hood
There is dew for the flow'ret
And honey for the bee,
And bowers for the wild bird,
And love for you and me.
The Shepheardes Calender: March
© Edmund Spenser
Willyes Embleme.
To be wise and eke to loue,
Is graunted scarce to God aboue.
The Sphinx
© Mathilde Blind
The heart grows hushed before it. Nay, methinks
That Man, and all on which Man wastes his breath,
The World, and all the World inheriteth,
With infinite, inexorable links
Grappling the soul; that love, hate, birth and death
Dwindle to nothingness before thee-Sphinx.
The Parsonage Improved
© Henry James Pye
Where gentle Deva's lucid waters glide
In slow meanders thro' the winding vale,
The Three Kings of Chickeraboo
© William Schwenck Gilbert
There were three niggers of Chickeraboo -
PACIFICO, BANG-BANG, POPCHOP - who
Exclaimed, one terribly sultry day,
"Oh, let's be kings in a humble way."
The Life of Ovid
© George Sandys
A Snake; a snake-like Stone. Cycnus, a Swan:
Caenis the maid, now Caeneus and a man,
Becomes a Fowle. Neleius varies shapes
At last an Eagle; nor Alcides scapes.
The Fox And The Crane
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ONCE two persons uninvited
Came to join my dinner table;
The Lonely Sparrow
© Giacomo Leopardi
Thou from the top of yonder antique tower,
O lonely sparrow, wandering, hast gone,
