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Departure, by Coventry Patmore
IT was not like your great and gracious ways!
Do you, that have naught other to lament,
Never, my Love, repent
Of how, that July afternoon,
You went,
Too Many Things to Remember About You, by Jay LeBorgne
Too Many Things to Remember About You
You never said I was dumb
Always said I was kinda smart
So much to remember, my head feels numb
I'm not really sure where I should start
"Grandmither, think not I forget", by Willa Sibert Cather
Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town,
An' wander the old ways again, an' tread them up and down.
I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass,
Wi'out I mind how good ye were unto a little lass;
I never hear the winter rain a-pelting all night through
Earliest Spring, by William Dean Howells
TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles,
Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath,
Through all the moaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and
angles
Round the shuddering house, threating of winter and death.
Ellis Park, by Helen Hoyt
Little park that I pass through,
I carry off a piece of you
Every morning hurrying down
To my work-day in the town;
Carry you for country there
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!
ith
Softly at dawn a whisper stole
Down from the Green House on the Hill,
Enchanting many a ghostly bole
And wood-song with the ancient thrill.
Gossiping on the country-side,
Ambition, by Aline Kilmer
Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose,
These are fine children as all the world knows,
But into my arms in my dreams every night
Come Peter and Christopher, Faith and Delight.
Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure white,
A White Rose, by John Boyle O'Reilly
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
A Jacobite's Epitaph, by Thomas Babington Macaulay, Lord Macaulay
TO my true king I offer'd free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
For him I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,
And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
For him I languish'd in a foreign clime,
The Dead Master, by John McCrae
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime:
To-day around him surges from the silences of Time
A flood of nobler music, like a river deep and broad,
Fit song for heroes gathered in the banquet-hall of God.
Snow, by Sandy Kay Turmail
Snow
Crystal water falls
mesmerizing the eyes
enveloping the mind
Soon it's all around
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