The Children Dancing
by Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing
Perplexities, away!
Let other blood go freezing,
We will be wise and gay.
For here is all heart-easing,
An ecstasy at play.
The children dancing, dancing,
Light upon happy feet,
Both eye and heart entrancing
Mingle, escape, and meet;
Come joyous-eyed and advancing
Or floatingly retreat.
Now slow, now swifter treading
Their paces timed and true,
An instant poised, [...]
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The Pines
by Harriet Prescott Spofford (1835-1921)
Couldst thou, Great Fairy, give to me
The instant
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The Fountain
by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
All through the deep blue night
The fountain sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart
Of the satyr carved in stone.
The fountain sang and sang,
But the satyr never stirred
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After a Storm
by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
You walk under the ice trees.
They sway, and crackle,
And arch themselves splendidly
To deck your going.
The white sun flips them into colour
Before you.
They are blue,
And mauve,
And emerald.
They are amber,
And jade,
And sardonyx.
They are silver fretted to flame
And startled to stillness,
Bunched, splintered, iridescent.
You walk under the ice trees
And the bright snow creaks as [...]
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The Higher Pantheism
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
All Lovely Things
by Conrad Aiken (1889-1973)
All lovely things will have an ending,
All lovely things will fade and die,
And youth, that
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To a Skylark
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Hail to thee, blithe spirit
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The Way that Lovers Use
by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)
The way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
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Sapientia Lunae
by Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
The wisdom of the world said unto me:
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The Eagle of the Blue
by Herman Melville (1819-1891)
Aloft he guards the starry folds
Who is the brother of the star;
The bird whose joy is in the wind
Exultleth in the war.
No painted plume
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