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- W.H. Auden: Sing, Ariel, sing
- Spenser: He ceast
- E. Pound: Tell her that sheds
- Milton: Such a sacred and home-felt delight
- Th. Campion: Rose-cheeked Laura, come
- Milton: Such sober certainty
- Shakespeare: O you are well-tun‘d now!
- W.B. Yeats: Old lecher with a love on every wind
- J. Hollander: Across the street a tenor whine
- Collins: With woeful measures wan Despair
- Th. Hardy: Thus I, faltering forward
- W.H. Ausen: ... rebuke
- C. Raine: There is so much to celebrate
- Coleridge: I see them all
- Hollander: ... my unground grain
- W. Stevens: The time of year has grown indifferent
- W.H. Auden: ... unanxious one, sing
- P. larkin: I squeezed up the last stair to the room in the roof
- Shakespeare: Thou hast nor youth nor age
- W. Stevens: The palm at the end of the mind
- W. Stevens: Without human meaning
- H. Vaughan: All‘s in deep sleep and night
- W. Stevens: The rock of autumn, glittering
- W.H. Auden: ... brillantly, lightly