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© Francis Thompson
What shall I your true-love tell,
Earth-forsaking maid?
What shall I your true-love tell,
When life's spectre's laid?
A Day Dream
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
My eyes make pictures when they're shut:--
I see a fountain large and fair,
A Willow and a ruined Hut,
And thee, and me, and Mary there.
O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green Willow!
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 9
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHILE these affairs in distant places passd,
The various Iris Juno sends with haste,
The Seasons
© James Weldon Johnson
W'en de leaves begin to fall,
An' de fros' is on de ground,
An' de 'simmons is a-ripenin' on de tree;
W'en I heah de dinner call,
An' de chillen gadder 'round,
'Tis den de 'possum is de meat fu' me.
The Confidant
© Charles Lamb
Anna was always full of thought
As if she'd many sorrows known,
Yet mostly her full heart was fraught
With troubles that were not her own;
For the whole school to Anna used to tell
Whatever small misfortunes unto them befell.
To Mrs. Newans
© Mary Barber
You say 'tis hard to copy well,
Where Nature does herself excel.
Allow'd -- yet still let me advise:
Near as you can, to Nature rise;
AThe Anniverse. AN ELEGY.
© Henry King
So soon grown old! hast thou been six years dead?
Poor earth, once by my Love inhabited!
And must I live to calculate the time
To which thy blooming youth could never climbe,
The Grey Wolf
© Arthur Symons
The grey wolf comes again: I had made fast
The door with chains; how has the grey wolf passed
For Four Guilds: II. The Bridge-Builders
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
In the world's whitest morning
As hoary with hope,
On Robert Emmet's Grave
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
VI.
No trump tells thy virtuesthe grave where they rest
With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,
Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed,
Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.
Song #5.
© Robert Crawford
Never remember what love's been,
That is the sorrow the world knows;
Forget it, or the heart too keen
Will ache and ache to the weary close.
Yardley Oak
© William Cowper
Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all
That once lived here, thy brethren, at my birth,
A Doe In The City
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Little KITTY LORIMER,
Fair, and young, and witty,
What has brought your ladyship
Rambling to the City?
Astrophel And Stella-Fifth Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
While favor fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,
Thought waited on delight, and speech did follow thought;
Then drew my tongue and pen records unto thy glory:
I thought all words were lost, that were not spent of thee;
I thought each place was dark but where thy lights would be,
And all ears worse than deaf, that heard not out thy story.
Summer's Armies
© Emily Dickinson
Some Rainbowcoming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by featheron the plain
Fritters itself away!
Bridal Eve
© Edith Nesbit
GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Heart, good-night--
Oh, good and dear and fair,
With lips of life and eyes of light
And roses in your hair.
The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified
© Robert Burns
O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Whose strong right hand has ever been
Their stay and dwelling place!
Resurrection Song.
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Thread the nerves through the right holes;
Get out of my bones, you wormy souls.
