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Cinquains

© Adelaide Crapsey

As it
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.

The Blackbird

© William Barnes

'Twer out at Penley I'd a-past

A zummer day that went too vast,

Midsummer In The South

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,
And all her fragrant south winds say,
With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,
Of unimaginable thought;

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XXI. -- King Olaf's Deat

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All day has the battle raged,
All day have the ships engaged,
But not yet is assuaged
The vengeance of Eric the Earl.

Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

When I hear laughter from a tavern door,
When I see crowds agape and in the rain
Watching on tiptoe and with stifled roar
To see a rocket fired or a bull slain,

Paradise Regain'd : Book III.

© John Milton

So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood
A while as mute, confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinced
Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift;

He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;
He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened up his bronk;
His chaps were old and tattered, but he never seemed to mind,
Cause for worryin and frettin he had never been designed;
Hes the type of cattle-puncher that has vanished now, of course,
With his hundred-dollar saddle on his twenty-dollar horse.

The Kalevala - Rune VIII

© Elias Lönnrot

MAIDEN OF THE RAINBOW.

Billy's Alphabetical Animal Show

© James Whitcomb Riley

A was an elegant Ape
Who tied up his ears with red tape,
And wore a long veil
Half revealing his tail
Which was trimmed with jet bugles and crape.

Lettice

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice,
While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown,
"Your man's a poor man, a cold and dour man,
There's many a better about our town."

"Why do the clock-hoppers sing"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

Why do the clock-hopperssing,
And fever rustle
And dry stove crackle --
It is red silk burning.

An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds weird voices mingle with their surging roar.

Lines Composed In A Concert-Room

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Nor cold nor stern my soul! Yet I detest
These scented rooms, where to a gaudy throug,
Heaves the proud harlot her distended breast
In intricacies of laborious song.

The Lumbermen

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WILDLY round our woodland quarters
Sad-voiced Autumn grieves;
Thickly down these swelling waters
Float his fallen leaves.

The Fovrth Booke Of Qvodlibets

Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,
To improue, to reproue, and to amend:
Some passe without this vse, 'cause they are witty;
And so doe many Sermons, more's the pitty.

Beloved Name

The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--