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To the Same  by JOHN MILTON

8 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,

   To outward view, of blemish or of spot,

   Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;

   Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear

Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,

   Or man, or woman.

On the Same  by JOHN MILTON

7 July 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs

   By the known rules of ancient liberty,

   When straight a barbarous noise environs me

   Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs …

Methought I saw my late espoused saint  by JOHN MILTON

12 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint

  Purification in the Old Law did save,

  And such as yet once more I trust to have

Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,


Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.

When I consider how my light is spent,  by JOHN MILTON

11 June 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

When I consider how my light is spent,

  Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,

  And that one talent which is death to hide

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent


To serve therewith my Maker, and present

  My true account, lest He returning chide;

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

13 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry, rhyme

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

To Solitude  by JOHN KEATS

21 September 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry, rhyme

O solitude! If I must with thee dwell,

   Let it not be among the jumbled heap

   Of murky buildings;—climb with me the steep,

Nature's Observatory

When I have fears that I may cease to be  by JOHN KEATS

15 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

When I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,

Before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry

Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain…

The Human Seasons  by JOHN KEATS

14 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

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…

Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art—  by JOHN KEATS

13 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art—

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite…

Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface  by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

19 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, rhyme

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd…

Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds  by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

16 February 2006
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, rhyme

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds…

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.  by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

8 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, rhyme

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

What hours, O what black hours we have spent

This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!

Mouse's Nest  by JOHN CLARE

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry, rhyme

I found a ball of grass among the hay

And progged it as I passed and went away;

And when I looked I fancied something stirred,

And turned again and hoped to catch the bird…

 

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