Ah! then , if mine had been the Painter's hand,
To express what then I saw; and add the gleam,
The light that never was, on sea or land,
The consecration, and the Poet's dream;

Between Two Loves

© Thomas Augustine Daly

I GOTTA lov' for Angela,

I lov' Carlotta, too.

The Ghost of Heaven

© Carolyn Forche

Sleep to sleep through thirty years of night,
a child herself with child,
for whom we searched

Where I've Been All My Life

© John Betjeman

The Flâneur

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Boston Common, December 6, 1882 during the Transit of Venus

I love all sights of earth and skies,

The Lilies Of The Field

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Flowers! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye

Fell on your gentle beauty; when from you

The Truth About Envy

© Edgar Albert Guest

I like to see the flowers grow,

To see the pansies in a row;

To Virgil, Written at the Request of the Manuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Virgil's Death

© Alfred Tennyson

Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, Rome arising,
wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;

the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck

I suppose so.

I was living in an attic in Philadelphia

Epistle to Miss Blount, On Her Leaving the Town, After the Coronation

As some fond virgin, whom her mothers care

Drags from the town to wholesome country air,

Knowlwood

I don't want to sleep abrode, John,

I do like my hwomeward road, John;

Kisses

Cupid, if storying legends tell aright,
Once framed a rich elixer of delight.
A chalice o'er love-kindled flames he fixed,
And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed: