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Italy : 25. Don Garzia

© Samuel Rogers

Among those awful forms, in elder time
Assembled, and through many an after-age
Destined to stand as Genii of the Place
Where men most meet in Florence, may be seen

In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned

© James Wright

I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
Upstream from the sewer main,
Pondering, gazing.

The Courtship Of Miles Standish

Thereupon answered the youth: "Indeed I do not condemn you;
Stouter hearts that a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter.
Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on;
So I have come to you now, with an offer and proffer of marriage
Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth!"

To the Comet of 1843 [late version]

© Charles Harpur

But human eyes
As many and beautifulyea, more sublime
And radiant in their passion, from a more
Enlarged communion with the spirit of truth,
Shall welcome thee instead, mysterious stranger,
When thou returnst anew.

Epochs

© Emma Lazarus

Thin summer rain on grass and bush and hedge,
Reddening the road and deepening the green
On wide, blurred lawn, and in close-tangled sedge;
Veiling in gray the landscape stretched between
These low broad meadows and the pale hills seen
But dimly on the far horizon's edge.

The Pleiades

© Arthur Henry Adams

LAST night I saw the Pleiades again,

Faint as a drift of steam

The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act III

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

LUIS. Oh, that name
Do not mention! do not kill me
By repeating what doth thrill me
To the centre of my frame
As with lightning. Yes, I know
That at length Polonia died.

Sonnet XXX

© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa

I do not know what truth the false untruth

Of this sad sense of the seen world may own,

Floating

© Kenneth Rexroth

Our canoe idles in the idling current

Of the tree and vine and rush enclosed

The Exiles. 1660

© John Greenleaf Whittier

The goodman sat beside his door
One sultry afternoon,
With his young wife singing at his side
An old and goodly tune.

The Diameter Of The Bomb

© Yehuda Amichai

The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters

and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters,

The Old Hay-Mow

© James Whitcomb Riley

The Old Hay-mow's the place to play
Fer boys, when it's a rainy day!
I good-'eal ruther be up there
Than down in town, er anywhere!

Song From Torrismond

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

How many times do I love thee, dear?

Tell me how many thoughts there be

There's A Regret

There's a regret
So grinding, so immitigably sad,
Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad.…
Do you not know it yet?

The Crum Appointment

You, no doubt, have heard the story told of Charleston by the sea,
How they persecute a Negro when a man he tries to be,
'Tis of national importance and the world enjoys the sport,
Caused by William Crum's appointment as collector of the port.

Negro Spirituals

© Anonymous

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel.
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Blow it right calm and easy,
Do not alarm my people,
Tell dem to come to judgment,
In dat great gittin-up Mornin, etc.

Echo And The Ferry

© Jean Ingelow

So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tall at my feet,
And all the white orchard with fast-falling blossom was litter'd;
And under and over the branches those little birds twitter'd,
While hanging head downwards they scolded because I was seven.
A pity. A very great pity. One should be eleven.

On Seeing An Officer's Widow Distracted

© Mary Barber

BRITAIN, for this impending Ruin dread;
Their Woes call loud for Vengeance on thy Head:
Nor wonder, if Disasters wait your Fleets;
Nor wonder at Complainings in your Streets:
Be timely wise; arrest th' uplifted Hand,
Ere Pestilence or Famine sweep the Land.