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Eight O’Clock

He stood, and heard the steeple

Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.

On, two, three, four, to market-place and people

It tossed them down.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,

He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;

And then the clock collected in the tower

Its strength, and struck.

A. S. Housman

The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!

The invisible worm

That flies in the night,

In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy,

And his dark secret lore

Does thy life destroy.

William Blake

Upon Julia’s Voice

So smooth, so sweet, so silvery in thy voice,

As, could they hear, the Damned would make no noise,

But listen to thee (walking in thy chamber)

Melting melodious words to Lutes of Amber.

R. Herrick

Soft Snow

I walked abroad in a snowy day;

I asked the soft snow with me to play;

She played and she melted in all her prime

And the winter called it a dreadful crime.

Dorothy Parker

Heaven-Haven

A Nun Takes the Veil

I have desired to go

Where springs not fail

To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail

And a few lilies blow

And I have asked to be

Where no storms come

Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,

And out of the swing of the sea.

Gerard Manely Hopkins

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Soma say in ice.

From what I have taste of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Robert Frost

From Reflections at Dawn

I wish I owned a Dior dress

Made to my order out of satin.

I wish I weigh a little less

And could read Latin,

Had perfect pitch or matching pearls,

A better head for street directions,

And seven daughters, all with curls

And fair complexions.

I wish I’d tan instead of burn.

But most, on all the stars that glisten,

I wish at parties I could learn

To sit and listen.

More that to have the Midas touch

Or critics’ praise, however hearty,

I wish I didn’t talk so much,

I wish I didn’t talk so much

When I am at a party.

Phyllis McGinley

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