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Looking In The Fire
© Ada Cambridge
The snow falls soft and thick. My cedar bough
Sways up and down, and scratches on the glass.
The wind sighs in the chimney, as I sit,
With elbows on my knees, before the fire,
Resting a crumpled chin in hollow'd palms.
My Religion
© Anonymous
Let Romanists all at Confessional kneel,
Let the Jew with disgust turn from it,
Let the mighty Crown Prelate in Church pander zeal,
Let the Mussulman worship Mahomet.
A Song Of An Autumn Midnight
© Li Po
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart
For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass....
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,
And my husband come back from the long campaign!
La Ricordanza
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
MAGGIOR dolore è ben la Ricordanza,
O nell' amaro inferno amena stanza?
The Harder Part
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's mighty hard for MotherI am busy through the day
And the tasks of every morning keep the gloomy thoughts away,
Death Be Not Proud
© John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,
The Forest Sanctuary - Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Ave, sanctissima!
'Tis night-fall on the sea;
Ora pro nobis!
Our souls rise to thee!
The Armistice
© John Jay Chapman
WHEN from a mighty storm far out at sea
Roll in the glassy and gigantic waves,
Fair Summer Droops
© Thomas Nashe
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore,
So fair a summer look for nevermore:
All good things vanish less than in a day,
Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.
Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year,
The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.
Fragment
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Descriptive of the miseries of War; from a Poem
called "The Emigrants," printed in 1793.
TO a wild mountain, whose bare summit hides
Its broken eminence in clouds; whose steeps
De Notaire Publique
© William Henry Drummond
M'sieu Paul Joulin, de Notaire Publique
Is come I s'pose seexty year hees life
Content
© John Cunningham
O'er moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and bare,
As wilder'd and weary'd I roam,
The Sacred Fire
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
They lit a fire within their land that long was ashes cold,
With splendid dreams they made it glow, threw in their hearts of gold.
Sing Me A Rainbow
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Josie it´s been a long hard day
Down the road to where it´s at
I must have lost my way
When I got there they said I was too late
Hans Carvel's Ring
© Jean de La Fontaine
HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
The Meeting
© Pierre Louys
Treasure-like, I found her in a field
under a myrtle hedge, wrapped from her
throat to her feet in a yellow robe broidered
with blue. 'I have no friend,' she told me,
Arethusa
© John Jay Chapman
MY heart was emptied like a mountain pool
That sinks in earthquake to some pit below,
Sonnet
© Sir Henry Parkes
When you arrive at Sydney, sailing up
The harbour, a small central isle you'll see;
Fragment XIII
© James Macpherson
His spear leaned against the mossy rock.
His shield lay by him on the grass.
Whilst he thought on the mighty Carbre
whom he slew in battle, the scout of
the ocean came, Moran the son of Fithil.
