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The Gentle Hint
© Edward Harrington
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.
I doubt hed had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
He cadged my pouch and filled his pipe and calmly blew a cloud
Some blokes aint got no pride he said, but I was always proud.
Whom should I choose for my Judge? (fragment)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What is the meed of thy Song? 'Tis the ceaseless, the thousandfold Echo
Which from the welcoming Hearts of the Pure repeats and prolongs it,
Each with a different Tone, compleat or in musical fragments.
Gifts
© Emma Lazarus
"O World-God, give me Wealth!" the Egyptian cried.
His prayer was granted. High as heaven, behold
Nocturne
© Louise Imogen Guiney
The sun that hurt his lovers from on high
Is fallen; she more merciful is nigh,
The blessèd one whose beauty's even glow
Gave never wound to any shepherd's eye.
Above our pausing boat in shallows drifted,
Alone her plaintive form ascends the sky.
He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems
© James Thomson
He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems,
Into his freshened soul; her genial hours
He full enjoys; and not a beauty blows
And not an opening blossom breathes in vain.
By A Person Of Quality.
© Mary Barber
Remote from Strife, from urban Throngs, and Noise.
Here dwells my Soul amidst domestic Joys:
No ratling Coaches serious Thoughts annoy;
Nor busy prating Fools my Peace destroy:
Karbala Part II
© Mir Babar Ali Anees
Jheelon se chaar paaye na uthte thay taaba shaam
Maskan mein machliyoon ke samandar ka tha maqaam
Aahu jo kahile thay tou cheetey siyaah faam
Patthar bhi sab pigal gaye thay misl e moum khaam
Surkhi udhi thi phoolon se sabzi gayaah se
Pani kuwein mein utra tha saaye ki chaah se
Les Chantiers
© Susie Frances Harrison
FOR know, my girl, there is always the axe
Ready at hand in this latitude,
And how it stings and bites and hacks
The Mobilization In Brittany
© Grace Fallow Norton
It was silent in the street.
I did not know until a woman told me,
Sobbing over the muslin she sold me.
Then I went out and walked to the square
And saw a few dazed people standing there.
Sonnet XXXIII: Yes, Call Me by My Pet-Name!
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
In Praise Of Glorianas Remarkable Golden Hair
© Vachel Lindsay
The gleaming head of one fine friend
Is bent above my little song,
So through the treasure-pits of Heaven
In fancys shoes, I march along.
The Meeting
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The elder folks shook hands at last,
Down seat by seat the signal passed.
A Welcome To The Month Of Mary
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh! gladly do we welcome thee,
Fair pleasant month of May;
Guild's Signal
© Francis Bret Harte
Two low whistles, quaint and clear:
That was the signal the engineer--
