• Robert Herrick

    The Sadness Of Things For Sappho’s Sickness.

    Lilies will languish; violets look ill;Sickly the primrose; pale the daffodil;That gallant tulip will hang down his head,Like to a virgin newly ravished;Pansies will weep, and marigolds will wither,And keep a fast and funeral together;Sappho droop, daisies will open never,But bid good-night, and close their lids for ever. Robert Herrick…

  • Jake Waller

    A Geometric Feline Study

    Smooth curvesSlim linesSoftBut poisedA spring coiledCompact power Ears sharpAlert trianglesTents intentOn picking upThe smallest signOf prey to find Sleek furJet blackOr mottled tabbyFriendly, contentOr raised, defensive Eyes, UniqueGuarded, they surveyThen, with time,Playful and bright The form, wholeAs oneThe CatComplete Jake Waller

  • Sarah Flower Adams

    Love

    O Love! thou makest all things evenIn earth or heaven;Finding thy way through prison-barsUp to the stars;Or, true to the Almighty plan,That out of dust created man,Thou lookest in a grave,–to seeThine immortality! Sarah Flower Adams (22 February 1805 – 14 August 1848)  

  • Mark Akenside

    The Nightingale

    To-night retired, the queen of heavenWith young Endymion stays;And now to Hesper it is givenAwhile to rule the vacant sky,Till she shall to her lamp supplyA stream of brighter rays. Propitious send thy golden ray,Thou purest light above!Let no false flame seduce to strayWhere gulf or steep lie hid for…

  • Matthew Arnold

    A Wish

    I ask not that my bed of deathFrom bands of greedy heirs be free;For these besiege the latest breathOf fortune’s favoured sons, not me. I ask not each kind soul to keepTearless, when of my death he hears;Let those who will, if any, weep!There are worse plagues on earth than…

  • Michael Drayton

    Glastonbury

    O three times famous isle, where is that place that mightBe with thyself compared for glory and delight,Whilst Glastonbury stood? exalted to that pride,Whose monastery seemed all other to deride:O, who thy ruin sees, whom wonder doth not fillWith their great fathers’ pomp, devotion, and their skill?Thou more than mortal…

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    The Cat Behind the Door

    Why are you looking at me?Can’t you see I want to be alone?I hid behind the door for a reasonBut I can’t get it to close The dogs are barkingThe kids are crazyI hid behind this door for a reasonI just want to be lazy The T.V. is loudInterrupting my…

  • Christopher Marlowe

    The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

    Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills, and fields,Woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks,Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,By shallow rivers to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of…

  • Thomas Hardy

    She At His Funeral /Funérailles

    They bear him to his resting-place–In slow procession sweeping by;I follow at a stranger’s space;His kindred they, his sweetheart I.Unchanged my gown of garish dye,Though sable-sad is their attire;But they stand round with griefless eye,Whilst my regret consumes like fire! Thomas Hardy 1840 – 1928  *** Funérailles On l’emporte à son…

  • Tamara Forge

    Nighttime

    Lying still and silent, I listen to the night,The Emotions of a day gone by are dying with the light. Busy places settle and enjoy the evening breeze.The atmosphere is cleansed and given time to drift and breathe. I think I hear the clouds, whisper with relief,As the sun no…

  • Tamara Forge

    You

    You’re so full of laughter You couldn’t hear me crying You’re eyes so full of joy You didn’t see me dying Dying in the dark, for you have all the light Light that goes but nowhere, it drifts into the night For all you’re love is wasted, on no-one else…