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Written At Camberwell, Near London, In The Study Of Mr. Wainwright
© Mary Barber
``Mortal, you're here allow'd to roam.
``And bid to think yourself at home:
``O'er the Domesticks then preside;
``Let that content your Female Pride;
``In vain you call on me To--day;
``Here Wainwright only I obey.
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
What's the Railroad to Me
© Henry David Thoreau
What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
Written In March
© William Wordsworth
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday
© Gregory Corso
I am 32 years old
and finally I look my age, if not more.
Where a Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
On alien ground, breathing an alien air,
A Roman stood, far from his ancient home,
And gazing, murmured,
"Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome!"
Written to be Spoken by Mrs. Siddons
© Samuel Rogers
Yes, 'tis the pulse of life! my fears were vain!
I wake, I breathe, and am myself again.
Still in this nether world; no seraph yet!
Nor walks my spirit, when the sun is set,
Winter Evening At Home
© William Lisle Bowles
Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline
Of sharp December through my cottage pane
When You Are On The Sea
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
How can I laugh or dance as others do,
Or ply my rock or reel?
Wild Grapes
© Robert Frost
What tree may not the fig be gathered from?
The grape may not be gathered from the birch?
It's all you know the grape, or know the birch.
As a girl gathered from the birch myself
Wall, Cave, And Pillar Statements, After Asoka
© Alan Dugan
In order to perfect all readers
the statements should he carved
When The Light Appears
© Allen Ginsberg
You'll bare your bones you'll grow you'll pray you'll only know
When the light appears, boy, when the light appears
Work and Play
© Ted Hughes
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer,
A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage,
Waiting
© Robert Frost
Afield at duskWhat things for dream there are when specter-like,
Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled,
I enter alone upon the stubbled filed,
From which the laborers' voices late have died,
What Fifty Said
© Robert Frost
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal being cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Written on a Wall at Woodstock
© Queen Elizabeth I
Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
What We Need by Jo McDougall: American Life in Poetry #55 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
A circus is an assemblage of illusions, and here Jo McDougall, a Kansas poet, shows us a couple of performers, drab and weary in their ordinary lives, away from the lights at the center of the ring.
What We Need
With A Guitar, To Jane
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ariel to Miranda:-- Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
World's Worth
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
'TIS of the Father Hilary.
He strove, but could not pray; so took
