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Resolution And Independence

© William Wordsworth

I There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;

Paradise Lost : Book V.

© John Milton

Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime

Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,

Dream Song 42: O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane

O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane
with violent travel & death: consider me
in my cast, your first son.
Would you were I by now another one,
witted, legged? I see you before me plain
(I am skilled: I hear, I see)â

The Ring And The Book - Chapter VII - Pompilia

© Robert Browning

There,
Strength comes already with the utterance!
I will remember once more for his sake
The sorrow: for he lives and is belied.
Could he be here, how he would speak for me!

Blackcurrant River

© Arthur Rimbaud

Blackcurrant river rolls unknown in strange valleys;
the voices of a hundred rooks go with it,
the true benevolent voice of angles:
with the wide movements of the fir woods
when several winds sweep down.

Genesis BK XIII

© Caedmon

The sleep of death and fiends' seduction; death and hell and
exile and damnation - these were the fatal fruit whereon they
feasted. And when the apple worked within him and touched his
heart, then laughed aloud the evilhearted fiend, capered about,
and gave thanks to his lord for both:

Jim the Splitter

© Henry Kendall

The bard who is singing of Wollombi Jim
Is hardly just now in the requisite trim
To sit on his Pegasus fairly;
Besides, he is bluntly informed by the Muse
That Jim is a subject no singer should choose;
For Jim is poetical rarely.

The Traveller

© John Berryman

They pointed me out on the highway, and they said
'That man has a curious way of holding his head.'They pointed me out on the beach; they said 'That man
Will never become as we are, try as he can.'They pointed me out at the station, and the guard
Looked at me twice, thrice, thoughtfully & hard.I took the same train that the others took,

Inscription On A Fountain

© John Greenleaf Whittier

FOR DOROTHEA L. DIX.

Stranger and traveller,

At The Base Hospital

© George Essex Evans

The willows sweep the water, and the rushes lean a-down,

And I see the river shining far away,

To My Old Friend, William Leachman

© James Whitcomb Riley

Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,
Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,
You allus had a kind word of counsul to impart,
Which was like a healin' 'intment to the sorrow of my hart.

An Apple Tree In France

© Edgar Albert Guest

An apple tree beside the way,

Drinking the sunshine day by day

Conversation

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

We were a baker's dozen in the house-six women and six men

Besides myself; and all of us had known

The Egg and the Machine

© Robert Frost

He gave the solid rail a hateful kick.
From far away there came an answering tick
And then another tick. He knew the code:
His hate had roused an engine up the road.

New Hampshire

© Robert Frost

Just specimens is all New Hampshire has,
One each of everything as in a showcase,
Which naturally she doesn't care to sell.

The Fear

© Robert Frost

A lantern light from deeper in the barn
Shone on a man and woman in the door
And threw their lurching shadows on a house
Near by, all dark in every glossy window.

Passing The Night At Headquarters

© Du Fu

The endless dust-storm of troubles
cuts off news and letters;
the frontier passes are perilous,
travel nearly impossible.

By a Bier-Side

Beauty was in this brain and in this eager hand:
Death is so blind and dumb Death does not understand.
Death drifts the brain with dust and soils the young limbs' glory,
Death makes justice a dream, and strength a traveller's story.
Death drives the lovely soul to wander under the sky.
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.