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The Death Bed

© Thomas Hood

We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.

Child on Top of a Greenhouse

© Theodore Roethke

The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,

My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,

The Bridge of Sighs

© Thomas Hood

One more Unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!

Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 05 - Character Of The Atoms

© Lucretius

So primal germs have solid singleness
Nor otherwise could they have been conserved
Through aeons and infinity of time
For the replenishment of wasted worlds.

Silence

© Thomas Hood

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold graveunder the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,

Emmonsail's Heath in Winter

© John Clare

I love to see the old heath's withered brake

Mingle its crimpled leaves with furze and ling,

Ruth

© Thomas Hood

She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Claspd by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.

The Load Of The Sugar Cane

© Wallace Stevens

Like water flowing
Through the green saw gr,
Under the rainbows;

Past and Present

© Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;

Now And Then

© Edgar Albert Guest

Why not think a decent thought,

Now and then?

On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers

There walketh she with keys quite silver bright,
In perfect hose and shoes of seemly black,
Apron and stomacher of lily white,
And decent order follows in her track:
The burnished plate grows lustrous in her sight,
And polished floors and tables shine her back.

'Chose Vue'

© Francis Thompson

A metrical caprice.

Up she rose, fair daughter--well she was graced

November

© Thomas Hood

No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

The Graves Of A Household

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

They grew in beauty, side by side,
They fill'd one home with glee;
Their graves are sever'd, far and wide,
By mount, and stream, and sea.

No!

© Thomas Hood

No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--

The Other Woman

You have shut me out from your tears and grief
Over the man laid low and hoary.
Listen to me now: I am no thief!--
You have shut me out from your tears and grief,--
Listen to me, I will tell my story.