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George Gordon Byron

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose bawling beam glows tremulously far,
That bear witness'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to Joy think'd well!

So gleams the by, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but afar – clear, but oh, how common cold!

Alfred Edward Housman

It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the current of air blows to a higher place,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for dear.
The nettle nods, the wind blows over,
The man, he does non move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for beloved.

***

Oh, when I was in honey with you lot,
And so I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Ii honest lads and hale.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the moonlight pale.

***

Oh on my breast in days hereafter
Light the earth should lie,
Such weight to bear is now the air,
So heavy hangs the heaven.

Hilaire Belloc

The Large Baboon

The Large Birdie is found upon
The plains of Cariboo;
He goes about with nothing on
(A shocking thing to do.)
But if he dressed respectably
And let his whiskers grow
How similar this Big Birdie would be
To Mister So-and-And so!

Walter de la Mare

The Horseman

I heard a horseman
Ride over the hill;
The moon shone clear,
The nighttime was still;
His captain was silvery,
And pale was he;
And the equus caballus he rode
Was of ivory.

***

Hide and Seek

Hibernate and seek, says the Wind,
In the shade of the wood;
Hide and seek, says the Moon,
To the hazel buds;
Hide and seek, says the Cloud,
Star on to star;
Hide and seek, says the Moving ridge
At the harbour bar;
Hibernate and seek, says I,
To myself, and step
Out of the dream of Wake
Into the dream of Sleep.

T. E. Hulme

Fall

A touch of cold in the Autumn night —
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And circular near were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.

***

The embankment
(The fantasia of a fallen admirer on a cold, bitter night)

Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gilded heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth's the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The quondam star-eaten blanket of the heaven,
That I may fold it round me and in condolement lie.

Richard Aldington

To Those Who Played for Safety in Life

I too might have worn starched cuffs,
Take gulped my morn meal in haste,
Have clothed myself in dismal staffs
Which testify a sober City taste;

I also might have rocked and craned
In undergrounds for daily news,
And watched my soul abound slowly stained
To middle-class cruddy hues...

I might have earned 10 pounds a week!

Richard Church

The Last Liberty

The blind human being, when the skylark shakes
Trill over trill from the blueish above,
Stares up and from darkness wakes
Through sockets eloquent with love.

If our defective senses thus
Kindle at glories half-divined,
What of the joy awaiting united states
When death brings liberty to the mind?

George Barker

Summertime Song Two

Soft is the coolied dark, and cool
These regions where the dreamers dominion,
As Summertime, in her rose and robe,
Astride the horses of the world,
Drags, fighting, from the midnight sky,
The mushroom at whose glance nosotros die.

Philip Larkin

Pour away that youth
That overflows the middle
Into pilus and oral fissure;
Take the grave's office,
Tell the bone'south truth.

Throw away that youth
That jewel in the head
That bronze in the jiff;
Walk with the dead
For fear of decease.

***

Inside the dream yous said:
Let us kiss then,
In this room, in this bed,
But when all's washed
We must not run across over again.

Hearing this concluding word,
In that location was no lambing-nighttime,
No gale-driven bird
Nor frost-encircled root
Equally common cold as my heart.

Dwelling is so lamentable. Information technology stays as it was left,
Shaped to the condolement of the concluding to go
Equally if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers then,
Having no eye to put aside the theft
And turn once again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to exist,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Await at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the pianoforte stool. That vase.

Ted Hughes

Kafka

And he is an owl
He is an owl, "Human being" tattooed in his armpit
Nether the broken wing
(Stunned by the wall of glare, he barbarous hither)
Under the broken wing of huge shadow that twitches beyond the floor.

He is a man in hopeless feathers.

Brian Patten

A Talk with a Wood

Moving through y'all one evening
when you offered shelter to
placidity things soaked in pelting

I saw through your thinning branches
the beginnings of suburbs, and
frightened by the pelting,

gray hares running upright in
distant fields, and quite alone there
thought of zero but my footprints

beingness filled, and dear, distilled
of people, drifted free, and and so
the woods spoke with me.

William Butler Yeats

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with aureate and silver light,
The blueish and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have but my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly considering yous tread on my dreams.

James Joyce

The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale light-green glow
The trees of the avenue.

The sometime piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the xanthous keys,
Her head inclines this style.

Shy thoughts and grave broad eyes and easily
That wander equally they listing —
The twilight turns to darker bluish
With lights of amethyst.

***

Simples

O bella bionda,
Sei come l'onda!
Of cool sugariness dew and radiance balmy
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the notwithstanding garden where a child
Gathers the simple salad leaves.

A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young forehead
And, gathering, she sings an air:
Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!

Be mine, I pray, a waxen ear
To shield me from her childish croon
And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.

Walt Whitman

I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new metropolis of Friends,
Null was greater there than the quality of robust dear, it led
the remainder,
It was seen every hour in the deportment of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.

Emily Dickinson

To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to think
That from you lot or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!

To invest existence with a stately air
Needs simply to recall
That the acorn at that place
Is the egg of forests
For the upper air!

***

If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the ane in Crimson Cravat,
A Memorial nibble.

If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
Y'all will know I'thou trying
With my Granite lip!

***

I'k Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — besides?
Then there's a pair of united states of america!
Don't tell! They'd banish us — you know!
How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — similar a Frog —
To tell your name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!

***

Centre! We will forget him!
You lot and I - this evening!
You may forget the
Warmth he gave -
I volition forget the Lite!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may directly begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!

This is my letter of the alphabet to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Easily I cannot come across —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of Me

***

If I tin end one Heart from breaking
shall not live in vain
If I tin ease one Life the Agonized
Or cool one Pain

Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest once again
I shall not live in Vain.

***

I never saw a Moor —
I never saw the Ocean —
Withal know I how the Heather looks
And what a Breaker exist.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven —
Yet certain am I of the spot
Equally if the Checks were given —

Carl Sandburg

Express

I am riding on a limited limited, one of the crevice trains
of the nation.
Hurtling beyond the prairie into blue haze and nighttime air go
xv all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men and
women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall pass to
ashes.)
I inquire a human in the smoker where he is going and he answers:
"Omaha."

***

Prayers of Steel

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Shell me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Allow me elevator and loosen old foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel fasten.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Permit me exist the great nail holding a skyscraper through blueish
nights into white stars.

Robert Frost

The Pasture

I'm going out to clean the pasture leap;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves abroad
(And wait to sentinel the h2o clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. — You come up too.

I'm going out to fetch the picayune dogie
That'south standing by the mother. It's so young,
Information technology totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'north't be gone long. — You come besides.

***

Fire and Water ice

Some say the globe will end in burn,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor burn down.
But if it had to perish twice,
I recall I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is likewise great
And would suffice.

Walter Lowenfels

Bulletin from Bert Brecht

And don't think
fine art
is that actor over there
talking
to that other one
upstage
He'due south the third one
yous don't see
talking
to that other 1
you can't hear
offstage

Langston Hughes

Porter

I must say
Yes, sir,
To you all the fourth dimension.
Yep, sir!
Yes, sir!
All my days
Climbing upwards a dandy big mount
Of yes, sirs!
Rich former white human being
Owns the globe
Gimme yo' shoes
To smoothen
Yes, sir!

Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Dumbree,
Who taught piffling Owls to drink Tea;
For he said, "To eat mice
Is non proper or squeamish,"
That amiable Homo of Dumbree.

***

There was on Old Man of the Isles,
Whose confront was pervaded with smiles;
He sung high dum diddle,
And played on the dabble,
That amiable Man of the Isles.

Lewis Carroll

At that place was an eccentric old draper,
Who wore a hat made of chocolate-brown paper,
It went up to a point,
Notwithstanding it looked out of joint,
The cause of which he said was "vapour."

***

There was once a young man of Oporta,
Who daily got shorter and shorter,
The reason he said
Was the hod on his head,
Which was filled with the heaviest mortar.

His sister named Lucy O'Finner,
Grew constantly thinner and thinner,
The reason was plain,
She slept out in the pelting,
And was never allowed any dinner.

John Donne

The Expiration

So, then, break off this terminal lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away,
Turn g ghost that way, and let me turn this,
And permit our selves benight our happiest twenty-four hour period,
We ask none go out to love; nor will we owe
Any, so inexpensive a expiry, as saying, Go;
Go; and if that word have non quite kil'd thee,
Ease me with expiry, by bidding me go too.
Oh, if it have, permit my word work on me,
And a just role on a murderer do.
Except it be too belatedly, to kill me and then,
Being double dead, going, and behest, go.

Maya Angelou

Passing Time

Your peel similar dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the kickoff
of a certain terminate.

The other, the end of a
sure outset.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 116. Let me non to the union of true minds

Permit me not to the marriage of true minds
Acknowledge impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it amending finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, information technology is an ever-fixed marking
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
Information technology is the star to every wand'ring bawl,
Whose worth'south unknown, although his tiptop exist taken.
Love'south non Time'south fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle'southward compass come,
Honey alters non with his brief hours and weeks,
Only bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be mistake and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no human being ever loved.

Edgar Allan Poe

An Acrostic

Elizabeth it is in vain you say
"Love not"—chiliad sayest it in so sweet a style:
In vain those words from thee or Fifty. Due east. 50.
Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breathe it less gently forth—and veil thine optics.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love—was cured of all beside—
His folly—pride—and passion—for he died.

William Blake

Epigram

You say their Pictures well Painted exist,
And yet they are Blockheads yous all hold,
Thank God, I never was sent to School
To be Flogg'd into following the Stile of a Fool.
The Errors of a Wise Man make your Dominion
Rather than the Perfections of a Fool.

Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
Just he who kisses the joy equally it flies
Lives in eternity's dominicus rise.

***

All pictures that's panted with sense and with thought
Are panted by madmen, as certain as a groat;
For the greater the fool is the pencil more than blest,
As when they are boozer they ever pant all-time.
They never tin can Raphael information technology, Fuseli information technology, nor Blake it;
If they can't come across an outline, pray how tin they make it?
When men will draw outlines brainstorm you to jaw them;
Madmen run into outlines and therefore they draw them.

Wystan Hugh Auden

Epitaph on a Tyrant

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators flare-up with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Boston Evening Transcript

The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the current of air like a field of ripe corn.

When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mountain the steps and band the bong, turning
Wearily, as i would plow to nod adept-cheerio to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, hither is the Boston Evening Transcript."

Oscar Wilde

Theoretikos

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our little island is abdicate quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
And from its hills that phonation hath passed away
Which spake of Freedom: O come out of it,
Come up out of it my Soul, thou fine art non fit
For this vile traffic-house, where solar day by day
Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart,
And the rude people rage with ignorant cries
Confronting an heritage of centuries.
It mars my calm: wherefore in dreams of Art
And loftiest culture I would stand apart,
Neither for God, nor for his enemies.

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