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• Poems (Dickinson)/I never lost as much but twice,

  I never lost as much but twice,
  And that was in the sod ;
  Twice have I stood a beggar …

  Emily Dickinson

• Poems (Dickinson)/I taste a liquor never brewed

  I TASTE a liquor never brewed,
  From tankards scooped in pearl;
  Not all the vats upon the Rhine …

  Emily Dickinson

• Poems and Baudelaire Flowers/Spleen

  When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid
  Upon the spirit aching for the light
  And all the wide horizon’s line is hid …

  John Collings Squire

• Poems and Baudelaire Flowers/The Chastisement of Pride

  In those old times wherein Theology
  Flourished with greater sap and energy,
  A celebrated doctor—so they say— …

  John Collings Squire

• Poems and Baudelaire Flowers/The Ransom

  To pay his ransom man must toil
  With Reason's implement alone
  To plough and rake and free from stone …

  John Collings Squire

• Poems of Charles Baudelaire/A Landscape

  Then I will dream of blue horizons deep;
  Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;
  Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds— …

  Charles Baudelaire

• Poems of Charles Baudelaire/A Madrigal of Sorrow

  I know your heart, which overflows
  With outworn loves long cast aside,
  Still like a furnace flames and glows, …

  Charles Baudelaire

• Poems of Charles Baudelaire/Beauty

  I am as lovely as a dream in stone,
  And this my heart where each finds death in turn,
  Inspires the poet with a love as lone …

  Charles Baudelaire

• Poems of Charles Baudelaire/Contemplation

  Thou, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still,
  The eve is thine which even now drops down,
  To carry peace or care to human will, …

  Charles Baudelaire

• Poems of Charles Baudelaire/Robed in a Silken Robe

  Robed in a silken robe that shines and shakes,
  She seems to dance whene'er she treads the sod,
  Like the long serpent that a fakir makes …

  Charles Baudelaire

• Poems of Charles Baudelaire/Sunset

  Fair is the sun when first he flames above,
  Flinging his joy down in a happy beam;
  And happy he who can salute with love …

  Charles Baudelaire

• Poems of Childhood/At the Door

  I thought myself, indeed, secure,
  So fast the door, so firm the lock;
  But, lo! he toddling comes to lure …

  Eugene Field

• Poems of Childhood/Beard and Baby

  I say, as one who never feared
  The wrath of a subscriber's bullet,
  I pity him who has a beard …

  Eugene Field

• Poems of Childhood/Christmas Treasures

  I count my treasures o'er with care,---
  The little toy my darling knew,
  A little sock of faded hue, …

  Eugene Field

• Poems of Childhood/Cobbler and Stork

  COBBLER
  Stork, I am justly wroth,
  For thou hast wronged me sore; …

  Eugene Field

• Poems of Childhood/Jewish Lullaby

  My harp is on the willow-tree,
  Else would I sing, O love, to thee
  A song of long-ago--- …

  Eugene Field

• Poems of Passion/Ad Finem

  On the white throat of the' useless passion
  That scorched my soul with its burning breath
  I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion, …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems of Passion/Answered

  Good-bye—yes, I am going.
  Sudden? Well, you are right;
  But a startling truth came home to me …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems of Passion/At Eleusis

  I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
  When early morning's banners were unfurled.
  From high Olympus, gazing on the world, …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Poems of Passion/Attraction

  The meadow and the mountain with desire
  Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest
  Surged 'neath the meadow's seemingly calm breast, …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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