A concealed Al-Qaeda bomb
Might wipe out my town and me with it .........
Adam lay i-bounde ..........................................................
Ah, my dear angry Lord, .................................................
A moon wet with rainbow ring cannot illumine ............
An idle poet, here and there, ...........................................
And as she ran the meeting windes hir
garments backewarde blue .…......................
A sweet disorder in the dress .........................................
Bald heads forgetful of their sins …….............................
Batter my heart, three-personed God ..........................
Behold her, single in the field, ........................................
Between the brown hands of a server-lad ....................
Beyond my rim of sherry small boys
infiltrate, ....................................
Brodie was alone at
the kitchen table in the big house ....................
“But tell me, ye who in this place are happy, ................
The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls .......
Close up the casement, draw the blind, .........................
Crouch'd on the pavement
close by Belgrave Square .....................
. . . Degree being vizarded
Th'unworthiest shews as fairly in the mask .......
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame .....................
Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, ................................
The fascination of what's difficult ...................................
Fear no more the heat of the sun, ..................................
Friend, Hope for the Beloved while you are alive! .......
The Frost performs its secret ministry, ........................
Glory be to God for dappled things ................................
The glory of the beauty of the morning …..................…
Go and Catch a Falling Star, ............................................
Happy those early days, when I
Shin'd in my Angel-infancy! ............................
The heavens declare the glory of God ...........................
Historians— those cartographers
of mankind’s battlefields ................
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, ...................
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than
the journey-work of the stars, ........
I did but prompt the age to quit their cloggs ................
If anybody's friend be dead, ............................................
I found a ball of grass among the hay ............................
I hear an army charging upon the land …................…...
Into the scented woods we'll go ......................................
I sing of a maiden .............................................................
I struck the board, and cry’d, No more .......................
I that in heill was and gladnèss ......................................
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you; .........
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are
important beyond all this fiddle ........….
I, too, saw God through mud, .........................................
I wander thro' each charter'd street, .............................
Light zigzags across copper roofs
Green shadow and blue ..................
Lord God! this was a stone, .............................................
Lord, Thou clèpedest me ….......…...................................
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now ..................................
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, ................
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?............................
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau ….......................
My song is Love unknown ...............................................
Once I dipt into the future
far as human eye could see, .............
Once, in a finesse of fiddles found I ecstacy, .................
O saw ye bonnie Lesley ....................................................
O western wind, when wilt thou blow ............................
Not I, not I, but the wind that
blows through me ………….......…........
Often rebuked, yet always back returning ...................
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth .................
Since I am coming to that Holy room ............................
The small birds think their wants are oer .....................
Snowgeese lift from the flooded fields ...........................
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; ..............
Sorrow is my own yard ...................................................
Stand close around, ye Stygian set ................................
Their time past, pulled down
cracked and flung to the fire .........................
There is no need of making songs tonight .....................
There's nothing like the sun as the year dies, ...............
There was never a sound beside the wood but one .....
These little limbs,
These eyes and hands which here I find .......
They used to tell me I was building a dream ...............
This is the place my father loved,
quiet garden in the heart of Paris .......
This World is not conclusion ...........................................
Though you are in your shining days ............................
Through Jericho as Jesus came ......................................
"Truth will out."
Perhaps. When all who might benefit ..................
Was it for this
That one, the airest of all rivers, loved .................
We forget, we remember.
Oregon, summer .................................................
Whan that aprill with his shoures soote ........................
What are you doing these days, friend? ........................
What lovely things
Thy hand hath made: ..................................
When April pours the colours of a shell .........................
When icicles hang by the wall .........................................
When I have fears that I may cease to be ....................
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer ........................
While my hair was still cut straight
across my forehead ...............
Why do I live among the green mountains? .................
Why does the moon always
come up behind my back? ......................
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, ....................
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.................................
You straightened;
your hands flew to your head ……................
You tossed a blanket from the bed .................................
