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by Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen!"
Smiling she spake these words; then suddenly paused, for her father
Saw she slowly advancing. Alas! how changed was his aspect!
Gone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire from his eye, and his footstep
Heavier seemed with the weight of the heavy heart in his bosom.
But with a smile and a sigh, she clasped his neck and embraced him,
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.Read More

by Ginsberg, Allen
...atched over Denver & brooded & loned in 
 Denver and finally went away to find out the 
 Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes, 
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying 
 for each other's salvation and light and breasts, 
 until the soul illuminated its hair for a second, 
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for 
 impossible criminals with golden heads and the 
 charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet 
 blues to Alcatraz, 
who retire...Read More

by Alighieri, Dante
...the desirable lands in which she feeds; 
 Nor shall lewd feasts and lewder matings tire 
 Until she woos, in evil hour for her, 
 The wolfhound that shall rend her. His desire 
 Is not for rapine, as the promptings stir 
 Of her base heart; but wisdoms, and devoirs 
 Of manhood, and love's rule, his thoughts prefer. 
 The Italian lowlands he shall reach and save, 
 For which Camilla of old, the virgin brave, 
 Turnus and Nisus died in strife. His chase 
 He shall...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles
...eeds growing,
the earth turning,
the toteboard waiting for
I saw the shape of my
wife's head,
she so still,
i ached for her life,
just being there
under the 

i kissed her in the,
got down the stairway,
got outside,
got into my marvelous
fixed the seatbelt,
backed out the
feeling warm to
the fingertips,
down to my
foot on the gas
I entered the world
drove down the 
past the houses
full and emptey
i sa...Read More

by Frost, Robert
...e put her finger in your cheek so hard
It must have made your dimple there, and said,
'Maple.' I said it too: 'Yes, for her name.'
She nodded. So we're sure there's no mistake.
I don't know what she wanted it to mean,
But it seems like some word she left to bid you
Be a good girl—be like a maple tree.
How like a maple tree's for us to guess.
Or for a little girl to guess sometime.
Not now—at least I shouldn't try too hard now.
By and by I will ...Read More

by Frost, Robert
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise....Read More

by St Vincent Millay, Edna,
Not you, Calliope,
Nor all your wanton line,
Not Beauty's perfect self shall comfort me
For Silence once departed,
For her the cool-tongued, her the tranquil-hearted,
Whom evermore I follow wistfully,
Wandering Heaven and Earth and Hell and the four seasons through;
Thalia, not you,
Not you, Melpomene,
Not your incomparable feet, O thin Terpsichore, I seek in this great hall,
But one more pale, more pensive, most beloved of you all.
I seek her from afar,
I come from ...Read More

by Milton, John
...tation unimplor'd, 
And dictates to me slumbering; or inspires 
Easy my unpremeditated verse: 
Since first this subject for heroick song 
Pleas'd me long choosing, and beginning late; 
Not sedulous by nature to indite 
Wars, hitherto the only argument 
Heroick deem'd chief mastery to dissect 
With long and tedious havock fabled knights 
In battles feign'd; the better fortitude 
Of patience and heroick martyrdom 
Unsung; or to describe races and games, 
Or tilting furniture, i...Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...pack on his back, (the purchaser higgling about the
 odd cent;) 
The camera and plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her daguerreotype;
The bride unrumples her white dress, the minute-hand of the clock moves slowly; 
The opium-eater reclines with rigid head and just-open’d lips; 
The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled
The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other; 
(Miserable! I do not la...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord)
There as his last step left the land, 
And the last death-blow dealt his hand — 
Ah! wherefore did he turn to look 
For her his eye but sought in vain? 
That pause, that fatal gaze he took, 
Hath doom'd his death, or fix'd his chain. 
Sad proof, in peril and in pain, 
How late will Lover's hope remain! 
His back was to the dashing spray; 
Behind, but close, his comrades lay 
When, at the instant, hiss'd the ball — 
"So may the foes of Giaffir fall!" 
Whose voice is he...Read More

by Masefield, John
...wasn't where we'd planned, the jade. 
She'd thought me drunk and hadn't stayed. 
So I went up the Walk to look for her 
And lingered by the little brook for her, 
And dowsed my face, and drank at spring, 
And watched two wild ducks on the wing, 
The moon come pale, the wind come cool, 
A big pike leapt in Lower Pool, 
The Peacock screamed, the clouds were straking, 
My cut cheek felt the weather breaking; 
An orange sunset waned and thinned 
Foretelling rain and west...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ut she, the wan sweet maiden, shore away 
Clean from her forehead all that wealth of hair 
Which made a silken mat-work for her feet; 
And out of this she plaited broad and long 
A strong sword-belt, and wove with silver thread 
And crimson in the belt a strange device, 
A crimson grail within a silver beam; 
And saw the bright boy-knight, and bound it on him, 
Saying, "My knight, my love, my knight of heaven, 
O thou, my love, whose love is one with mine, 
I, maiden, round t...Read More

by Wordsworth, William
...,  Oh! Betty she'll be in a fright.   But Betty's bent on her intent,  For her good neighbour, Susan Gale,  Old Susan, she who dwells alone,  Is sick, and makes a piteous moan,  As if her very life would fail.   There's not a house within a mile,  No hand to help them in distress;  Old Susan lies a bed in pain,  And sorely p...Read More

by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...lketh up and down where as her list.
She gathereth flowers, party* white and red, *mingled
To make a sotel* garland for her head, *subtle, well-arranged
And as an angel heavenly she sung.
The greate tower, that was so thick and strong,
Which of the castle was the chief dungeon
(Where as these knightes weren in prison,
Of which I tolde you, and telle shall),
Was even joinant* to the garden wall, *adjoining
There as this Emily had her playing.

Bright was the su...Read More

by Scott, Sir Walter a sunbeam, swift and bright,
     She darted to her shallop light,
     And, eagerly while Roderick scanned,
     For her dear form, his mother's band,
     The islet far behind her lay,
     And she had landed in the bay.

     Some feelings are to mortals given
     With less of earth in them than heaven;
     And if there be a human tear
     From passion's dross refined and clear,
     A tear so limpid and so meek
     It would not stain an ange...Read More

by Bukowski, Charles
"Pretty isn't the word, it hardly does you fair."
Cass reached into her handbag. I thought she was reaching for her handkerchief. She
came out with a long hatpin. Before I could stop her she had run this long hatpin through
her nose, sideways, just above the nostrils. I felt disgust and horror. She looked at me
and laughed, "Now do you think me pretty? What do you think now, man?" I pulled
the hatpin out and held my handkerchief over the bleeding.<...Read More

by Lowell, Amy
...owed eyes. Then he would curse
Himself and her! The Universe!
And more, the beauty he could not make,
And give her, for her comfort's sake!
He would beat his weary, empty hands
Upon the table, would hold up strands
Of silver and gold, and ask her why
She scorned the best which he could buy.
He would pray as to some high-niched saint,
That she would cure him of the taint
Of failure. He would clutch the wall
With his bleeding fingers, if she should fall
He could cat...Read More

by Miller, Alice Duer
A crooked nose, and eyes behind her glasses 
Grey and bright and wise—a great soul ! 
Ready to lay down her life for her charge, and ready 
To administer discipline without consulting me: 
'Is that the way for you to answer my leddy?
I think you'll get no sweet tonight to your tea.'

Bringing him up better than I could do it,
Teaching him to be civil and manly and cool
In the face of danger. And then before I knew it
The time came for him to go off to school.Read More

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
A dome of thin and open ivory inlaid
With crimson silk. Cressets from the serene
Hung there, and on the water for her tread
A tapestry of fleece-like mist was strewn,
Dyed in the beams of the ascending moon.

And on a throne o'erlaid with starlight, caught
Upon those wandering isles of aery dew
Which highest shoals of mountain shipwreck not,
She sate, and heard all that had happened new
Between the earth and moon since they had brought
The last intelligence: and...Read More

by Akhmatova, Anna
...u in my verse
Like not one woman has sung glory yet.
And that dear girlfriend you remember
In heaven you created for her sight,
I'm trading product that is very rare -
I sell your tenderness and loving light.

Song about Song

So many stones have been thrown at me
That I don't fear them any longer
Like elegant tower the westerner stands free
Among tall towers, the taller.
I'm grateful to their builders -- so be gone
Their sadness and their worr...Read More

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