ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,...
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,
The labor of an age in pilèd stones,
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid ...
Esteville begins to burn;
The auburn fields of harvest rise;
The torrid flames again return,...
There's little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I 've lived the parting hour to see...
In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
And reddening Phœbus lifts his golden fire;
The birds in vain their amorous descant join;...
O thou bright jewel in my aim I strive
To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare
Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach....
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,...
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