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The Inner Silence

© Harriet Monroe

Noises that strive to tear

Earth's mantle soft of air

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 16

© William Langland

"Now faire falle yow,' quod I tho, "for youre faire shewyng!

For Haukyns love the Actif Man evere I shal yow lovye.

Fragmentary Scenes From The Road To Avernus

Last Words

© Emily Jane Brontë

I knew not 'twas so dire a crime
To say the word, "Adieu;"
But this shall be the only time
My lips or heart shall sue.

O Intelligence Moving The Third Heaven

© Dante Alighieri

O Intelligences moving the third heaven,
the reasons heed that from my heart come forth,
so new, it seems, that no one else should know.
The heaven set in motion by your worth,

The Ghosts Petition

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

'There's a footstep coming: look out and see,'
'The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea.'

Farewell to London

© Alexander Pope

Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

Middlesex

© John Betjeman

Gaily into Ruislip Gardens
Runs the red electric train,
With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's
Daintily alights Elaine;

To Dr. Moore,

© Helen Maria Williams

IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TO

ME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791.

If I To You But Sorry Bring

© Alfred Austin

If I to you but sorrow bring,

But aching hours and brackish tears,

Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth

© Ovid

The End of the Thirteenth Book.

Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands

The Exiles Letter

© Li Po

(To Yüan)

Remember how Tung built us a place to drink in

Monkeys

© Padraic Colum

Two little creatures

with faces the size of

Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.

Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight

Had drawn their armies near upon the hills

Orlando Furioso Canto 14

ARGUMENT

Two squadrons lack of those which muster under

The Runaways/ Les Effares

Dark against the snow and fog,
At the big lit-up vent,
Their butts in a huddle,
Five urchins, kneeling - wretched! -
Watch the baker making
Loaves of heavy blond bread.

Sounds From The Baseball Field

Batter in the home place,

That was nobly done;

In The Train, And At Versailles

In a dull swiftness we are carried by

With bodies left at sway and shaking knees.

To a Lady on Her Coming to North-America

"Waft me, ye gales, from this malignant shore;
"The Northern milder climes I long to greet,
"There hope that health will my arrival meet."
Soon as she spoke in my ideal view
The winds assented, and the vessel flew.