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    From Sunset to Star Rise
    ---- by Christina Rossetti

    Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
    I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
    A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
    A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.

    Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
    Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
    Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
    Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.

    For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
    I live alone, I look to die alone:
    Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
    Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
    My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
    On sometime summer's unreturning track.
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    William Blake's "Songs of Innocence"

    Songs of Innocence: The Chimney Sweeper

    When my mother died I was very young,
    And my father sold me while yet my tongue
    Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!
    So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

    There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
    That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,
    "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
    You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

    And so he was quiet; and that very night,
    As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight,―
    That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
    Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.

    And by came an angel who had a bright key,
    And he opened the coffins and set them all free;
    Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
    And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.

    Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
    They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
    And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
    He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.

    And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
    And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
    Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm;
    So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.


    Songs of Experience: The Chimney Sweeper

    A little black thing in the snow,
    Crying "'weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
    "Where are thy father and mother? Say!"
    "They are both gone up to the church to pray."

    "Because I was happy upon the heath,
    And smiled among the winter's snow,
    They clothed me in the clothes of death,
    And taught me to sing the notes of woe."

    "And because I am happy and dance and sing,
    They think they have done me no injury,
    And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,
    Who make up a heaven of our misery."
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    Louise Bogan Biography

    Louise Bogan

    Louise Bogan was born in Livermore Falls, Maine, in 1897. She attended Boston Girls' Latin School and spent one year at Boston University. She married in 1916 and was widowed in 1920. In 1925, she married her second husband, the poet Raymond Holden, whom she divorced in 1937. Her poems were published in the New Republic, the Nation, Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, Scribner's and Atlantic Monthly. For thirty-eight years, she reviewed poetry for The New Yorker.

    Bogan found the confessional poetry of Robert Lowell and John Berryman distasteful and self-indulgent. With the poets whose work she admired, however, such as Theodore Roethke, she was extremely supportive and encouraging. She was reclusive and disliked talking about herself, and for that reason details are scarce regarding her private life. The majority of her poetry was written in the earlier half of her life when she published Body of This Death (1923) and Dark Summer (1929) and The Sleeping Fury (1937). She subsequently published volumes of her collected verse, and The Blue Estuaries: Poems 1923-1968, an overview of her life's work in poetry. Her ability is unique in its strict adherence to lyrical forms, while maintaining a high emotional pitch: she was preoccupied with exploring the perpetual disparity of heart and mind. She died in New York City in 1970.
    Louise Bogan Poems

    Total Poems: 22
    1 Juan's Song
    2 A Tale
    3 Epitaph For A Romantic Woman
    4 Knowledge
    5 Man Alone
    6 Betrothed
    7 Chanson Un Peu Naïve
    8 Last Hill In A Vista
    9 Medusa
    10 Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom
    11 Portrait
    12 Roman Fountain
    13 Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn In Hell
    14 Song For The Last Act
    15 Sonnet
    16 Tears In Sleep
    17 The Alchemist
    18 The Crossed Apple
    19 The Dream
    20 The Frightened Man
    21 Women
    22 Words For Departure

    The Frightened Man
    ---------------by Louise Bogan
    In fear of the rich mouth
    I kissed the thin,--
    Even that was a trap
    To snare me in.

    Even she, so long
    The frail, the scentless,
    Is become strong,
    And proves relentless.

    O, forget her praise,
    And how I sought her
    Through a hazardous maze
    By shafted water


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    The Dream

    ---------------by Louise Bogan
    O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
    To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
    Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
    And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose.

    Coward complete, I lay and wept on the ground
    When some strong creature appeared, and leapt for the rein.
    Another woman, as I lay half in a swound
    Leapt in the air, and clutched at the leather and chain.

    Give him, she said, something of yours as a charm.
    Throw him, she said, some poor thing you alone claim.
    No, no, I cried, he hates me; he is out for harm,
    And whether I yield or not, it is all the same.

    But, like a lion in a legend, when I flung the glove
    Pulled from my sweating, my cold right hand;
    The terrible beast, that no one may understand,
    Came to my side, and put down his head in love.


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    I simply can no say enough good things about this magnificent poetess's talents.-Tyr
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    TEARS
    ------ BY Lizette Woodworth Reese

    When I consider Life and its few years --
    A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
    A call to battle, and the battle done
    Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
    A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
    The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
    The burst of music down an unlistening street, --
    I wonder at the idleness of tears.
    Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,
    Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep,
    By every cup of sorrow that you had,
    Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
    How each hath back what once he stayed to weep:
    Homer his sight, David his little lad!


    Lizette Woodworth Reese
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    Austerity Of Poetry
    - Poem by Matthew Arnold

    That son of Italy who tried to blow,
    Ere Dante came, the trump of sacred song,
    In his light youth amid a festal throng
    Sate with his bride to see a public show.

    Fair was the bride, and on her front did glow
    Youth like a star; and what to youth belong--
    Gay raiment, sparkling gauds, elation strong.
    A prop gave way! crash fell a platform! lo,

    'Mid struggling sufferers, hurt to death, she lay!
    Shuddering, they drew her garments off--and found
    A robe of sackcloth next the smooth, white skin.

    Such, poets, is your bride, the Muse! young, gay,
    Radiant, adorn'd outside; a hidden ground
    Of thought and of austerity within.
    Matthew Arnold
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    Love, the Destroyer
    -by Anne Reeve Aldrich

    Love is a Fire;
    Nor Shame, nor Pride can well withstand Desire.
    "For what are they," we cry, "that they should dare
    To keep, O Love, the haughty look they wear?
    Nay, burn the victims, O thou sacred Fire,
    That with their death thou mayst but flame the higher.
    Let them feel once the fierceness of thy breath,
    And make thee still more beauteous with their death."

    Love is a Fire;
    But ah, how short-lived is the flame Desire!
    Love, having burnt whatever once we cherished,
    And blackened all things else, itself hath perished.
    And now alone in gathering night we stand,
    Ashes and ruin stretch on either hand.
    Yet while we mourn, our sad hearts whisper low:
    "We served the mightiest God that man can know."
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    The Poor Ghost
    ---------by Christina Rossetti

    "Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
    With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
    And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
    And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?"

    "From the other world I come back to you,
    My locks are uncurled with dripping drenching dew.
    You know the old, whilst I know the new:
    But tomorrow you shall know this too."

    "Oh not tomorrow into the dark, I pray;
    Oh not tomorrow, too soon to go away:
    Here I feel warm and well-content and gay:
    Give me another year, another day."

    "Am I so changed in a day and a night
    That mine own only love shrinks from me with fright,
    Is fain to turn away to left or right
    And cover up his eyes from the sight?"

    "Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,
    I loved you for life, but life has an end;
    Thro' sickness I was ready to tend:
    But death mars all, which we cannot mend.

    "Indeed I loved you; I love you yet
    If you will stay where your bed is set,
    Where I have planted a violet
    Which the wind waves, which the dew makes wet."

    "Life is gone, then love too is gone,
    It was a reed that I leant upon:
    Never doubt 1 will leave you alone
    And not wake you rattling bone with bone.

    "I go home alone to my bed,
    Dug deep at the foot and deep at the head,
    Roofed in with a load of lead,
    Warm enough for the forgotten dead.

    "But why did your tears soak thro' the clay,
    And why did your sobs wake me where I lay?
    I was away, far enough away:
    Let me sleep now till the Judgment Day.
    This gem is from one of my favorite poets. One that had such immense talent, insight and character, IMHO..-Tyr
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    Poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton
    Louise Chandler Moulton

    SWALLOW FLIGHTS.

    AT ETRETAT.


    THE ocean beats against the stern, dumb shore
    The stormy passion of its mighty heart,—
    The sky, where no stars shine, is black above,
    And thou and I sit from the world apart.
    We two, with lives no star of hope makes bright,—
    Whom bliss forgets, and joy no longer mocks,—
    Hark to the wind's wild cry, the sea's complaint,
    And break with wind and sea against the rocks.
    Sore-wounded, hurled on the dark shore of Fate,
    We stretch out helpless hands, and cry in vain,—
    Our joy went forth, white-sailed, at dawn of day;
    To-night is pitiless for all our pain.
    We are not glad of any morn to come,
    Since that winged joy we never more shall see,—
    But in the passion of the winds and waves
    Something there seems akin to thee and me.
    They call! Shall we not go, out on that tide,
    To touch, perchance, some shore where tempests cease,
    Where no wind blows, and storm-torn souls forget
    Their past disasters in that utmost peace?
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    The South
    BY EMMA LAZARUS
    Night, and beneath star-blazoned summer skies
    Behold the Spirit of the musky South,
    A creole with still-burning, languid eyes,
    Voluptuous limbs and incense-breathing mouth:
    Swathed in spun gauze is she,
    From fibres of her own anana tree.

    Within these sumptuous woods she lies at ease,
    By rich night-breezes, dewy cool, caressed:
    ’Twixt cypresses and slim palmetto trees,
    Like to the golden oriole’s hanging nest,
    Her airy hammock swings,
    And through the dark her mocking-bird yet sings.

    How beautiful she is! A tulip-wreath
    Twines round her shadowy, free-floating hair:
    Young, weary, passionate, and sad as death,
    Dark visions haunt for her the vacant air,
    While noiselessly she lies
    With lithe, lax, folded hands and heavy eyes.

    Full well knows she how wide and fair extend
    Her groves bright flowered, her tangled everglades,
    Majestic streams that indolently wend
    Through lush savanna or dense forest shades,
    Where the brown buzzard flies
    To broad bayous ’neath hazy-golden skies.

    Hers is the savage splendor of the swamp,
    With pomp of scarlet and of purple bloom,
    Where blow warm, furtive breezes faint and damp,
    Strange insects whir, and stalking bitterns boom—
    Where from stale waters dead
    Oft looms the great jawed alligator’s head.

    Her wealth, her beauty, and the blight on these,—
    Of all she is aware: luxuriant woods,
    Fresh, living, sunlit, in her dream she sees;
    And ever midst those verdant solitudes
    The soldier’s wooden cross,
    O’ergrown by creeping tendrils and rank moss.

    Was hers a dream of empire? was it sin?
    And is it well that all was borne in vain?
    She knows no more than one who slow doth win,
    After fierce fever, conscious life again,
    Too tired, too weak, too sad,
    By the new light to be or stirred or glad.

    From rich sea-islands fringing her green shore,
    From broad plantations where swart freemen bend
    Bronzed backs in willing labor, from her store
    Of golden fruit, from stream, from town, ascend
    Life-currents of pure health:
    Her aims shall be subserved with boundless wealth.

    Yet now how listless and how still she lies,
    Like some half-savage, dusky Indian queen,
    Rocked in her hammock ’neath her native skies,
    With the pathetic, passive, broken mien
    Of one who, sorely proved,
    Great-souled, hath suffered much and much hath loved!

    But look! along the wide-branched, dewy glade
    Glimmers the dawn: the light palmetto trees
    And cypresses reissue from the shade,
    And she hath wakened. Through clear air she sees
    The pledge, the brightening ray,
    And leaps from dreams to hail the coming day.

    Source: Emma Lazarus: Selected Poems and Other Writings (2002)
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    ANOTHER SONG OF A FOOL
    by, Poems of W. B. Yeats
    This great purple butterfly,
    In the prison of my hands,
    Has a learning in his eye
    Not a poor fool understands.

    Once he lived a schoolmaster
    With a stark, denying look;
    A string of scholars went in fear
    Of his great birch and his great book.

    Like the clangour of a bell,
    Sweet and harsh, harsh and sweet.
    That is how he learnt so well
    To take the roses for his meat.
    1919

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    SIXTEEN DEAD MEN
    by, Poems of W. B. Yeats:
    O but we talked at large before
    The sixteen men were shot,
    But who can talk of give and take,
    What should be and what not
    While those dead men are loitering there
    To stir the boiling pot?

    You say that we should still the land
    Till Germany's overcome;
    But who is there to argue that
    Now Pearse is deaf and dumb?
    And is their logic to outweigh
    MacDonagh's bony thumb?

    How could you dream they'd listen
    That have an ear alone
    For those new comrades they have found,
    Lord Edward and Wolfe Tone,
    Or meddle with our give and take
    That converse bone to bone?
    1920

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    SOLOMON AND THE WITCH
    - by, Poems of W. B. Yeats:

    And thus declared that Arab lady:
    "Last night, where under the wild moon
    On grassy mattress I had laid me,
    Within my arms great Solomon,
    I suddenly cried out in a strange tongue
    Not his, not mine."
    Who understood
    Whatever has been said, sighed, sung,
    Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried,
    crowed,
    Thereon replied: "A cockerel
    Crew from a blossoming apple bough
    Three hundred years before the Fall,
    And never crew again till now,
    And would not now but that he thought,
    Chance being at one with Choice at last,
    All that the brigand apple brought
    And this foul world were dead at last.
    He that crowed out eternity
    Thought to have crowed it in again.
    For though love has a spider's eye
    To find out some appropriate pain -
    Aye, though all passion's in the glance -
    For every nerve, and tests a lover
    With cruelties of Choice and Chance;
    And when at last that murder's over
    Maybe the bride-bed brings despair,
    For each an imagined image brings
    And finds a real image there;
    Yet the world ends when these two things,
    Though several, are a single light,
    When oil and wick are burned in one;
    Therefore a blessed moon last night
    Gave Sheba to her Solomon."
    "Yet the world stays."
    "If that be so,
    Your cockerel found us in the wrong
    Although he thought it worth a crow.
    Maybe an image is too strong
    Or maybe is not strong enough."

    "The night has fallen; not a sound
    In the forbidden sacred grove
    Unless a petal hit the ground,
    Nor any human sight within it
    But the crushed grass where we have lain!
    And the moon is wilder every minute.
    O! Solomon! let us try again."
    1921
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    Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?


    BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

    And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

    And often is his...



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    Brevi Tempore Magnum Perfecit Opus
    - Poem by Digby Mackworth Dolben

    I

    'Twas not in shady cloister that God set His chosen one,
    But in the van of battle and the streets of Babylon:
    There he in patience served the days of his captivity,
    Until the King made known to him the City of the Free.


    There One who watched in Salem once beside the Treasury,
    And reckoned up the riches of the widow's penury,
    Received the offering of him who counted not the cost,
    But burnt his soul and body in a living holocaust.


    His life was in the Sanctuary and like a fountain sealed;
    He to the Master's eyes alone its height and depth revealed;
    Of that which every motion spoke he seldom told in word,
    But on his face was written up the secret of the Lord.


    Through many fiery places in innocence he trod;
    We almost saw beside him one like the Son of God:
    Where'er he went a perfume about his presence hung,
    As tho' within that shrine of flesh a mystic censer swung.


    We never heard him laugh aloud, we know he often wept:
    We think the Bridegroom sometimes stood beside him as he slept,
    And set upon those virgin lips the signet of His love,
    That any other touch but His they never should approve.


    He grew in grace and stature, he felt and understood
    The stirring of the passions and the movement of the blood,
    And clung with deepening tenderness about the wounded Feet,
    And nestled in the Master's Breast with rapture new and sweet.


    He stayed till seventeen Aprils here had budded into May,
    Along the pleasant hedgerows that he knew not far away:
    But scarcely seventeen summers yet the lily-beds had blown,
    Before the angels carried him to gardens of their own.


    II

    They set the window open as the sun was going down:
    Beneath went on the hurry and roar of London town.
    But in the narrow room above the rush of life was done,
    In silence, once for ever, the victory was won.


    He came, the Strong, the Terrible, whose face the strongest fear,
    (O world, behold thy Spoiler spoiled, the Stronger Man is here)
    He came, the Loved, the Loveliest, whose Face the Saints desire,
    To be his Fellow-pilgrim thro' the water and the fire.


    Henceforth no more beneath the veils, Viaticum no more,
    But Rest and Consummation upon the other Shore.
    The bell was ringing Complin, the night began to fall;
    They laid him in the ashes and waited for the call.


    'Come up, come up from Lebanon,' he heard the Bridegroom say,
    'Come up, my Love, my sister, for the shadows flee away.'
    And as upon his face they caught the breaking of that morn
    They spread his arms to fashion the Cross that he had borne


    A smile, a whispered 'Jesus', then the fulness of the day:
    Made perfect in a little while his spirit passed away;
    And leaning on the Bridegroom's arm he scaled the golden stair
    Through all the baffled legions of the powers of the air


    Beneath the secret Altar now he tarrieth the End.
    From earth he hears the pleadings of holy Mass ascend,
    From heaven the voice of Jesus, Who bids the angels haste
    To gather in the chosen to the Marriage and the Feast.
    Digby Mackworth Dolben
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    Acquainted With The Night
    - Poem by Robert Frost

    I have been one acquainted with the night.
    I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
    I have outwalked the furthest city light.

    I have looked down the saddest city lane.
    I have passed by the watchman on his beat
    And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

    I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
    When far away an interrupted cry
    Came over houses from another street,

    But not to call me back or say good-bye;
    And further still at an unearthly height,
    One luminary clock against the sky

    Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
    I have been one acquainted with the night.
    Robert Frost
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    What the Soul Desires
    By Augusta Theodosia Drane (1823–1894)

    There Thou wilt show me what my soul desired;
    There Thou wilt give at once, O my Life, what Thou gavest me the other day!
    (St. John of the Cross. Spiritual Canticle, Stanza xxxviii)

    THERE is a rapture that my soul desires,
    There is a something that I cannot name;
    I know not after what my soul aspires,
    Nor guess from whence the restless longing came;
    But ever from my childhood have I felt it,
    In all things beautiful and all things gay,
    And ever has its gentle, unseen presence
    Fallen, like a shadow-cloud, across my way

    It is the melody of all sweet music,
    In all fair forms it is the hidden grace;
    In all I love, a something that escapes me,
    Flies my pursuit, and ever veils its face.
    I see it in the woodland’s summer beauty,
    I hear it in the breathing of the air;
    I stretch my hands to feel for it, and grasp it,
    But ah! too well I know, it is not there.

    In sunset-hours, when all the earth is golden,
    And rosy clouds are hastening to the west,
    I catch a waving gleam, and then ’tis vanished,
    And the old longing once more fills my breast.

    It is not pain, although the fire consumes me,
    Bound up with memories of my happiest years;
    It steals into my deepest joys—O mystery!
    It mingles, too, with all my saddest tears.

    Once, only once, there rose the heavy curtain,
    The clouds rolled back, and for too brief a space
    I drank in joy as from a living fountain,
    And seemed to gaze upon it, face to face:
    But of that day and hour who shall venture
    With lips untouched by seraph’s fire to tell?
    I saw Thee, O my Life! I heard, I touched Thee,—
    Then o’er my soul once more the darkness fell.

    The darkness fell, and all the glory vanished;
    I strove to call it back, but all in vain:
    O rapture! to have seen it for a moment!
    O anguish! that it never came again!
    That lightning-flash of joy that seemed eternal,
    Was it indeed but wandering fancy’s dream?
    Ah, surely no! that day the heavens opened,
    And on my soul there fell a golden gleam.

    O Thou, my Life, give me what then Thou gavest!
    No angel vision do I ask to see,
    I seek no ecstasy of mystic rapture,
    Naught, naught, my Lord, my Life, but only Thee!
    That golden gleam hath purged my sight, revealing,
    In the fair ray reflected from above,
    Thyself, beyond all sight, beyond all feeling,
    The hidden Beauty, and the hidden Love.

    As the hart panteth for the water-brooks,
    And seeks the shades whence cooling fountains burst;
    Even so for Thee, O Lord, my spirit fainteth,
    Thyself alone hath power to quench its thirst.

    Give me what then Thou gavest, for I seek it
    No longer in Thy creatures, as of old,
    I strive no more to grasp the empty shadow,
    The secret of my life is found and told!
    -- By Augusta Theodosia Drane

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    Second poem today, by one of my favorite poets..-Tyr




    Goodfriday, 1613. Riding Westward
    By John Donne (1573–1631)


    LET mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
    The intelligence that moves, devotion is,
    And as the other Spheares, by being grown
    Subject to forraigne motions, lose their own,
    And being by others hurried every day,
    Scarce in a year their natural form obey:
    Pleasure or business, so, our Soules admit
    For their first mover, and are whirld by it.
    Hence is’t, that I am carryed towards the West
    This day, when my Soules forme bends toward the East.
    There I should see a Sunn, by rising set,
    And by that setting endless day beget;
    But that Christ on this Cross, did rise and fall,
    Sinne had eternally benighted all.
    Yet dare I’almost be glad, I do not see
    That spectacle of too much weight for me.
    Who sees Gods face, that is self life, must dye;
    What a death were it then to see God dye?
    It made his own Lieutenant Nature shrink,
    It made his footstoole crack, and the Sunne wink.
    Could I behold those hands which span the Poles,
    And turn all spears at once, peirc’d with those holes?
    Could I behold that endless height which is
    Zenith to us, and our Antipodes,
    Humbled below us? or that blood which is
    The seat of all our Soules, if not of his,
    Made durt of dust, or that flesh which was worn
    By God, for his apparel, rag’d, and torn?
    If on these things I durst not look, durst I
    Upon his miserable mother cast mine eye,
    Who was Gods partner here, and furnish’d thus
    Half of that Sacrifice, which ransom’d us?
    Though these things, as I ride, be from mine eye,
    They’are present yet unto my memory,
    For that looks towards them; and thou look’st towards me,
    O Saviour, as thou hang’st upon the tree;
    I turn my back to thee, but to receive
    Corrections, till thy mercies bid thee leave.
    O think me worth thine anger, punish me.
    Burn off my rusts, and my deformity,
    Restore thine Image, so much, by thy grace,
    That thou may’st know me, and I’ll turn my face.
    -- By John Donne
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    Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
    BY JOHN KEATS
    Souls of Poets dead and gone,
    What Elysium have ye known,
    Happy field or mossy cavern,
    Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
    Have ye tippled drink more fine
    Than mine host's Canary wine?
    Or are fruits of Paradise
    Sweeter than those dainty pies
    Of venison? O generous food!
    Drest as though bold Robin Hood
    Would, with his maid Marian,
    Sup and bowse from horn and can.

    I have heard that on a day
    Mine host's sign-board flew away,
    Nobody knew whither, till
    An astrologer's old quill
    To a sheepskin gave the story,
    Said he saw you in your glory,
    Underneath a new old sign
    Sipping beverage divine,
    And pledging with contented smack
    The Mermaid in the Zodiac.

    Souls of Poets dead and gone,
    What Elysium have ye known,
    Happy field or mossy cavern,
    Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?

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    If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd

    BY JOHN KEATS
    If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
    And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
    Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness;
    Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd,
    Sandals more interwoven and complete
    To fit the naked foot of poesy;
    Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress
    Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd
    By ear industrious, and attention meet:
    Misers of sound and syllable, no less
    Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
    Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown;
    So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
    She will be bound with garlands of her own.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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