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Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts
© Hannah More
There was a young and valiant Knight,
Sir Eldred was his name;
And never did a worthier wight
The rank of knighthood claim.
H. C. M. H. S. J. K. W.
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE dirge is played, the throbbing death-peal rung,
The sad-voiced requiem sung;
On each white urn where memory dwells
The wreath of rustling immortelles
Our loving hands have hung,
And balmiest leaves have strown and tenderest blossoms flung.
ER VOTO (The Vow)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Senti st'antra. A Ssan Pietro e Marcellino
Ce stanno certe moniche befane,
C'aveveno pe voto er contentino
De maggnà ttutto-quanto co le mane.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 03
© Conrad Aiken
The first bell is silver,
And breathing darkness I think only of the long scythe of time.
The Temptress
© James Weldon Johnson
Old Devil, when you come with horns and tail,
With diabolic grin and crafty leer;
I say, such bogey-man devices wholly fail
To waken in my heart a single fear.
A Considerable Speck
© Robert Frost
I have a mind myself and recognize
Mind when I meet with it in any guise
No one can know how glad I am to find
On any sheet the least display of mind.
In Heavenly Love Abiding
© Anna Laetitia Waring
In heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear.
And safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me, my heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me, and can I be dismayed?
Lycabas
© George MacDonald
A name of the Year. Some say the word means a march of wolves,
which wolves, running in single file, are the Months of the Year.
Others say the word means the path of the light.
The Mystery Of Pain
© Emily Dickinson
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
Ballade Of The Traffickers
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Take thou my verses, I pray, King,
Letting my guerdon be fair.
Even a bard must be making
All that the traffic will bear.
The Sparrow And The Hen
© Charles Lamb
A sparrow, when sparrows like parrots could speak,
Addressed an old hen who could talk like a jay:
Said he, "It's unjust that we sparrows must seek
Our food, when your family's fed every day.
Lines Sent To Elia,
© John Kenyon
PS.
Beside the sty-born finding room to spare,
Begs kind acceptance of himselfa hare.
And since, being sylvan, he but ill indites,
Hopes he may eat much better than he writes.
Litany
© William Taylor Collins
You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
-Jacques Crickillon
Jesus, We Look To Thee
© Charles Wesley
Jesus, we look to Thee,
Thy promised presence claim;
Thou in the midst of us shall be,
Assembled in Thy Name.
From The Woods
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHY should I, with a mournful, morbid spleen,
Lament that here, in this half-desert scene,
My lot is placed?
At least the poet-winds are bold and loud,--
Lamia. Part I
© John Keats
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
A Womans Sonnets: VI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What have I lost? The faith I had that Right
Must surely prove itself than Ill more strong.
For see how little my poor prayers had might
To save me, at the trial's pinch, from wrong.
The Angelus
© Francis Bret Harte
Bells of the Past, whose long-forgotten music
Still fills the wide expanse,
