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Epigram Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Epigram Unknown
Epigram Richard Garnett
Epigram Richard Garnett
Epigram Walter Savage Landor
Epigram William Erskine
Epigram Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Epigram Alexander Pope
Epigram Samuel Johnson
Epigram John Gay
Epigram Alexander Pope
Epigram Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Epigram Unknown
Epigram Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Epigram Unknown
Epigram Matthew Prior
Epigram George Macdonald
Epigram Jonathan Swift
Epigram Byron's epitaph for Pitt
Epigram David Garrick
Epigram John Harington
Epigram John Byrom
Epigram Richard Garnett
Epigram Thomas Moore
Epigram Unknown
Epigram Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Epigram John Dryden
Epigram Thomas Hood
Written on a Looking…glass Unknown
An Epitaph George John Cayley
On the Aristocracy of
Harvard John Collins Bossidy
On the Democracy of Yale Frederick Scheetz Jones
A General Summary Rudyard Kipling
THE MIMICS
An Omar for Ladies Josephine Daskam Bacon
〃When Lovely Woman〃 Phoebe Cary
Fragment in Imitation of
Wordsworth Catherine M。 Fanshaw
Only Seven Henry Sambrooke Leigh
Lucy Lake Newton Mackintosh
Jane Smith Rudyard Kipling
Father William Lewis Carroll
The New Arrival George Washington Cable
Disaster Charles Stuart Calverley
'Twas Ever Thus Henry Sambrooke Leigh
A Grievance James Kenneth Stephen
〃Not a Sou Had he Got〃 Richard Harris Barham
The Whiting and the Snail Lewis Carroll
The Recognition William Sawyer
The Higher Pantheism in a
Nutshell Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Willow…tree William Makepeace Thackeray
Poets and Linnets Tom Hood； the Younger
The Jam…pot Rudyard Kipling
Ballad Charles Stuart Calverley
The Poster…girl Carolyn Wells
After Dilletante Concetti Henry Duff Traill
If Mortimer Collins
Nephilidia Algernon Charles Swinburne
Commonplaces Rudyard Kipling
The Promissory Note Bayard Taylor
Mrs。 Judge Jenkins Bret Harte
The Modern Hiawatha George A。 Strong
How Often Ben King
〃If I should Die To…night〃 Ben King
Sincere Flattery James Kenneth Stephen
Culture in the Slums William Ernest Henley
The Poets at Tea Barry Pain
Wordsworth James Kenneth Stephen
PART I
POEMS OF YOUTH AND AGE
THE HUMAN SEASONS
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year；
There are four seasons in the mind of man：
He has his lusty Spring； when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span：
He has his Summer； when luxuriously
Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate； and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto Heaven： quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn； when his wings
He furleth close； contented so to look
On mists in idleness … to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook： …
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature；
Or else he would forego his mortal nature。
John Keats ＇1795…1821＇
THE BABY
〃ONLY A BABY SMALL〃
Only a baby small；
Dropped from the skies；
Only a laughing face；
Two sunny eyes；
Only two cherry lips；
One chubby nose；
Only two little hands；
Ten little toes。
Only a golden head；
Curly and soft；
Only a tongue that wags
Loudly and oft；
Only a little brain；
Empty of thought；
Only a little heart；
Troubled with naught。
Only a tender flower
Sent us to rear；
Only a life to love
While we are here；
Only a baby small；
Never at rest；
Small； but how dear to us；
God knoweth best。
Matthias Barr ＇1831…？＇
ONLY
Something to live for came to the place；
Something to die for maybe；
Something to give even sorrow a grace；
And yet it was only a baby！
Cooing； and laughter； and gurgles； and cries；
Dimples for tenderest kisses；
Chaos of hopes； and of raptures； and sighs；
Chaos of fears and of blisses。
Last year； like all years； the rose and the thorn；
This year a wilderness maybe；
But heaven stooped under the roof on the morn
That it brought them only a baby。
Harriet Prescott Spofford ＇1835…1921＇
INFANT JOY
〃I have no name；
I am but two days old。〃
What shall I call thee？
〃I happy am；
Joy is my name。〃
Sweet joy befall thee！
Pretty joy！
Sweet joy； but two days old。
Sweet joy I call thee；
Thou dost smile；
I sing the while；
Sweet joy befall thee！
William Blake ＇1757…1827＇
BABY
From 〃At the Back of the North Wind〃
Where did you come from； baby dear？
Out of the everywhere into the here。
Where did you get those eyes so blue？
Out of the sky as I came through。
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin？
Some of the starry spikes left in。
Where did you get that little tear？
I found it waiting when I got here。
What makes your forehead so smooth and high？
A soft hand stroked it as I went by。
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose？
I saw something better than any one knows。
Whence that three…cornered smile of bliss？
Three angels gave me at once a kiss。
Where did you get this pearly ear？
God spoke； and it came out to hear。
Where did you get those arms and hands？
Love made itself into bonds and bands。
Feet； where did you come； you darling things？
From the same box as the cherubs' wings。
How did they all just come to be you？
God thought about me； and so I grew。
But how did you come to us； you dear？
God thought about you； and so I am here。
George Macdonald ＇1824…1905＇
TO A NEW…BORN BABY GIRL
And did thy sapphire shallop slip
Its moorings suddenly； to dip
Adown the clear； ethereal sea
From star to star； all silently？
What tenderness of archangels
In silver； thrilling syllables
Pursued thee； or what dulcet hymn
Low…chanted by the cherubim？
And thou departing must have heard
The holy Mary's farewell word；
Who with deep eyes and wistful smile
Remembered Earth a little while。
Now from the coasts of morning pale
Comes safe to port thy tiny sail。
Now have we seen by early sun；
Thy miracle of life begun。
All breathing and aware thou art；
With beauty templed in thy heart
To let thee recognize the thrill
Of wings along far azure hill；
And hear within the hollow sky
Thy friends the angels rushing by。
These shall recall that thou hast known
Their distant country as thine own；
To spare thee word of vales and streams；
And publish heaven through thy dreams。
The human accents of the breeze
Through swaying star…acquainted trees
Shall seem a voice heard earlier；
Her voice； the adoring sigh of her；
When thou amid rosy cherub…play
Didst hear her call thee； far away；
And dream in very Paradise
The worship of thy mother's eyes。
Grace Hazard Conkling ＇1878…
TO LITTLE RENEE ON FIRST SEEING HER LYING IN HER CRADLE
Who is she her
