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Not A Money Debt
© Edgar Albert Guest
YOU can't pay back in dollars what your father does for you,
You can't repay in kindness all the tenderness he shows;
You little know the perils he has safely brought you through,
And the wealth of Rockefeller this account would never close.
On the Baptized Ethiopian
© Richard Crashaw
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope
To wash an Ethiop :
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade
For his white soul is made :
And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove
A black-faced house will love.
The Golden Rose
© Edith Nesbit
A POOR lost princess, weary and worn,
Came over the down by the wind-washed moor,
And the king looked out on her grace forlorn,
And he took her in at his palace door.
The Columbiad: Book II
© Joel Barlow
High o'er his world as thus Columbus gazed,
And Hesper still the changing scene emblazed,
Round all the realms increasing lustre flew,
And raised new wonders to the Patriarch's view.
Pieter Marinus
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
So, when my time comes, send no angels down
With lutes, and harps, and foreign instruments,
To pipe old Pieter's spirit up to heaven
Past his tall namesake sturdy at his post.
Return
© John Wilmot
Absent from thee, I languish still;
Then ask me not, When I return?
The straying fool 'twill plainly kill
To wish all day, all night to mourn.
The Lover Pleads
© Jean Ingelow
The shadows wax, the low light alters,
Gold west fades, and false heart falters.
The pity of it!-Love's a rover,
The last word said, and all over.
To My Friend - Ode III
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
BE void of feeling!
A heart that soon is stirr'd,
Is a possession sad
Upon this changing earth.
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
© Franklin Pierce Adams
There was a man in our town who said that he would share
His profits with his laborers, for that was only fair,
And people said: Oh, isnt he the shrewd and foxy gent?
It cost him next to nothing for that free advértisement!
The Domestic Stones (fragment)
© Jean Hans Arp
The feet of morning the feet of noon and the feet of evening
walk ceaselessly round pickled buttocks
on the other hand the feet of midnight remain motionless
in their echo-woven baskets
Rain In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
When on the leaves the rain persists,
And every gust brings showers down;
When all the woodland smokes with mists,
I take the old road out of town
Into the hills through which it twists.
On A Picture
© Jean Ingelow
As a forlorn soul waiting by the Styx
Dimly expectant of lands yet more dim,
Might peer afraid where shadows change and mix
Till the dark ferryman shall come for him.
He Makes An End
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What shall I tell you, dear, who have told all,
What do, whose wish, whose will is manacled,
What dare, whose duty at your festival
Is but to light the candles round Love's bed?
The Cliffs
© Henry Lawson
They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,
But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;
And I long to wander and dream and doubt
Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out.
It Is Good
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eve near him,-she, too, fell asleep.
There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,
God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.-
When this He saw, He cried:-'Tis Good!!!
And scarce could move from where He stood.
When the Bush Begins to Speak
© Henry Lawson
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;
We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too old.
If I Were In Charge of the World
© Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg.
