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Hymn XII. [Book III]
© Alline Henry
I.Lord I lay me down to rest,Let me lean upon thy breast;Watch my pillow while I sleep,Thou my soul and body keep.
Hymn VIII [Book I]
© Alline Henry
I.How vain the wretch that dares employHis mind in quest of sensual joy,And for an hour of carnal mirthChain down his soul to endless death!
Maker of Heaven and Earth
© Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small,All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
The Pleasures of Imagination
© Mark Akenside
BOOK IOf Nature touches the consenting heartsOf mortal men; and what the pleasing storesWhich beauteous imitation thence derivesTo deck the poet's, or the painter's toil;My verse unfolds
Ode to the Country Gentlemen of England
© Mark Akenside
Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas, the while Dost thou presume? O inexpert in arms, Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou beguile, With dreams of hope, these near and loud alarms? Thy splendid home, thy plan of laws renown'd, The praise and envy of the nations round, What care hast thou to guard from fortune's sway? Amid the storms of war, how soon may all The lofty pile from its foundations fall,Of ages the proud toil, the ruin of a day!
No: thou art rich, thy streams and fertile vales Add industry's wise gifts to nature's store: And every port is crowded with thy sails, And every wave throws treasure on thy shore
For a Column at Runnymede
© Mark Akenside
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse hereWhile Thames among his willows from thy viewRetires; O stranger, stay thee, and the sceneAround contemplate well
Melanie says flowers (#5)
© Agnew Wendy Jane
Melanie says flowerswere the first onesto think of doing it
Jill#2
© Agnew Wendy Jane
Jack and Jillwent up the hillJack was the devilThey both cametumbling down butGod caught Jill andput her up inta heaven
Brenda Carbosier has hairy nostrils (#12)
© Agnew Wendy Jane
Brenda Carbosier has hairy nostrilsso the nose fairiescould cluster in thereand keep warmwaiting for her to eather pumpkin pie
Angels don't have fun (#14a)
© Agnew Wendy Jane
Angels don't have funcause they're always prayingand crows have lots of funbut they get shot at
The Flawed Bell
© Aggeler William F.
It is bitter and sweet on winter nightsTo listen by the fire that smokes and palpitates,To distant souvenirs that rise up slowlyAt the sound of the chimes that sing in the fog.
Evening Harmony
© Aggeler William F.
The season is at hand when swaying on its stemEvery flower exhales perfume like a censer;Sounds and perfumes turn in the evening air;Melancholy waltz and languid vertigo!
The Cat
© Aggeler William F.
In my brain there walks about,As though he were in his own home,A lovely cat, strong, sweet, charming.When he mews, one scarcely hears him,
