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How can the Heart forget her?, Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, by F. or W. Davison
AT her fair hands how have I grace entreated
With prayers oft repeated!
Yet still my love is thwarted:
Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted--
Say, shall she go?
the disassociation of writing, by Quintin Webster
I read the writing the ghosts left behind
It told me to burn, burn, burn, burn
And it then turned the ice into a demons paradise
enabling them to ice skate over their burning graves
then the music that gave the rattle to my bones began its sick tune
A Hymn, by James Shirley
O FLY, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?
The Sun is now i' the east: each shade
You, by Ruth Guthrie Harding
Deep in the heart of me,
Nothing but You!
See through the art of me --
Deep in the heart of me
Find the best part of me,
Harbury, by Louise Driscoll
All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships,
The wind upon their faces, the salt upon their lips.
The little boys of Harbury when they are laid to sleep,
Dream of masts and cabins and the wonders of the deep.
The women-folk of Harbury have eyes like the sea,
A Garden Song, by Henry Austin Dobson
HERE in this sequester'd close
Bloom the hyacinth and rose,
Here beside the modest stock
Flaunts the flaring hollyhock;
Here, without a pang, one sees
The Falconer of God, by William Rose Benet
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying.
I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride below!
I shall start a heron soon
In the marsh beneath the moon --
A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings,
Quia Amore Langueo, by Anonymous
IN a valley of this restles mind
I sought in mountain and in mead,
Trusting a true love for to find.
Upon an hill then took I heed;
A voice I heard (and near I yede)
Sun, by Henry Rowe
ANGEL, king of streaming morn;
Cherub, call'd by Heav'n to shine;
T' orient tread the waste forlorn;
Guide aetherial, pow'r divine;
Thou, Lord of all within!
Kew Gardens, by Julian Duffus
This a mystery of Moon
Where silver shadows cast by cactus burr
The shallow fish flash steam
Reflect the jungle ambience of place
Out side the lawn guarded by the Queen's Beasts
To a Wave, by Inez K. Hyland
Where were you yesterday? In Gulistan,
With roses and the frenzied nightingales?
Rather would I believe you shining ran
With peaceful floods, where the soft voice prevails
Of building doves in lordly trees set high,
Price Check On Register One!, by Scott Urban
Waiting to checkout, twelve items or less
Express lane my ass, going much too slow
Schedule to keep, how'd I get in this mess
Finally! It's my turn, let's go, go, go!
A price check! Oh no! Not the microphone!
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