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I took a year out of my life and story--
A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb!
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;'
Cased in cedar, and shut in a sacred gloom;
Swathed in linen, and precious unguents old;
Painted with cinnabar, and rich with gold.

Idiot

© Allen Tate

The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,
The meadow creeps implacable and still;
A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.
One two three the cows bulge on the hill.

When I Woke

© Dylan Thomas

When I woke, the town spoke.

Birds and clocks and cross bells

Verse

© Nizar Qabbani

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Friends
The old word is dead.
The old books are dead.
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.
Dead is the mind that led to defeat.

The Child

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Lone played the child within the magic wood,

Where fountains sang and sunshine ever glowed;

Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War

© John Donne

Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,

And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?

Ku Klux

© Madison Julius Cawein

We have sent him seeds of the melon's core,
And nailed a warning upon his door:
By the Ku Klux laws we can do no more.

Sonnet XIII. From Petrarch

© Charlotte Turner Smith

OH! place me where the burning moon
Forbids the wither'd flower to blow;
Or place me in the frigid zone,
On mountains of eternal snow:

The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First

© William Lisle Bowles

Awake a louder and a loftier strain!

Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiled

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Poet's Tale; The Birds of Killingworth

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It was the season, when through all the land

The merle and mavis build, and building sing

"Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin"

© Madison Julius Cawein

I.

Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar;

St. Michael's Mount

© William Lisle Bowles

INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS.

While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,

September

© Archibald Lampman

Now hath the summer reached her golden close,

And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,

Songs Set To Music: 17. Set By Mr. De Fesch

© Matthew Prior

Nanny blushes when I woo her,
And with kindly chiding eyes
Faintly says I shall undo her;
Faintly, O, forbear! she cries.

Fatherhood

Let en zit, wi' his dog an' his cat,

Wi' their noses a-turn'd to the vier,

At Eleusis

MEN of Eleusis, ye that with long staves

Sit in the market-houses, and speak words

The Faerie Queene, Book II, Canto XII

THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON,
OR OF TEMPERAUNCECANTO XIIxlii

The Last Bullet

© John Farrell

for revenge upon those who were strong
Cattle speared at the first, blacks shot down,
and the blood of their babes, even, shed;
Blood that stains the same hue as our own.
It is written, red blood will have red !